Its lifted finger oft displays
Our missing purse.
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That from _you_, neighbor! to whose vacant lot
His cart-compelling Pegasus to trot,As folly, fame or famine smartly urges?Admonished by the stimulating goad,How gaily, lo! the spavined crow-bait prancesIts cart before it-eager to unloadThe dead-dog sentiments and swill-tub fancies.Gravely the sweating scavenger pulls outThe tail-board of his curst imagination,Shoots all his rascal rubbish, and, no doubt,Thanks Fortune for so good a dumping-station.To improve…
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Public Instruction all his mind employsHe guides its methods and its wage enjoys.Prime Pedagogue, imperious and grand,He waves his ferule o’er a studious landWhere humming youth, intent upon the page,Thirsting for knowledge with a noble rage,Drink dry the whole Pierian spring and askTo slake their fervor at his private flask.Arrested by the terror of his…
‘Twas an Injin chieftain, in feathers all fine,
There were numberless leagues of excellent brineBut there wasn’t enough for him.So he knuckled a thumb in his painted eye,And added a tear to the scant supply.The surges were breaking with thund’rous voice,The winds were a-shrieking shrill;This warrior thought that a trifle of noiseWas needed to fill the bill.So he lifted the top of his…
The soft asphaltum in the sun;
Whereas the dog that takes his wayAcross its course concludes to stay.