He shall seek in vain—
Who His own acquaintance
Cultivate—Of Men
Wiser Men may weary—
But the Man within
Never knew Satiety—
Better entertain
Than could Border Ballad—
Or Biscayan Hymn—
Neither introduction
Need You—unto Him—
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Warm this inclement EarWith the encomium it earnedSince it was gathered here –Invest this alabaster ZestIn the Delights of Dust –Remitted – since it flitted itIn recusance august.
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My premium—My Bliss—An Admiralty, less—A Sceptre—penniless—And Realms—just Dross—When Thrones accost my Hands—With ‘Me, Miss, Me’—I’ll unroll Thee—Dominions dowerless—beside this Grace—Election—Vote—The Ballots of Eternity, will show just that.
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