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'Owl-downy nonsense, that the faintest puff
HATCHARDS, 187 PICCADILLY.
2.80. n. 266.
Though of both leaf and flower bereft,
'purple, and white, and blue.'
< On her mouth
A doubtful smile dwelt, like a clouded moon
3. 'See'st thou that cloud, as silver clear:
No convicts' home am I, and yet within me dwell
What boots it then
'Who goes like me will, without fail, go well;' For though I swiftest run to lightest touch, Some think they cannot pommel me too much.
I'm owned by every one; and e'en when known as such, The foolish virgin oft will try the fact to hush.
I. I'm seen, and, lo! the soldier bold,
With mortal quiver dies:
By sordid critics often sold,
I'm shared by boys and flies.
2. My birthplace is the burning East-
I'm cut and hacked, and squeezed and pressed,
3. For mosquitoes a heaven-for man a damp hell:' So Baker describes an abode
Where the swamp and the ooze, and the river's dank smell,
Make a home for me, quite à la mode.
4. Can I fish without leave?' asked, with rue in his hand,
A youth in the Park t'other day:
'You can fish without leave,' said the keeper quite bland,
'But you'll leave without fish I should say.' 5. I'm sure to be found in the purest of air, And without me no life can exist ;
No savant's yet seen me; but all are aware
That, though missing, I never am missed.