Oh, the flute it tells of parting, and all things sweet and sad,
And the gay guitar of frolic, and song and laughter glad:
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'Beware! Beware!'
The shrilling bugles blare.
'Lest you waken unaware
The lion form his lair,
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Not here the grace of the sonnet's flow,
The blithe ballade and the smooth rondeau,
The minstrel's tale and the wooer's sighs,
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They laid him down, - the soldier slain in war, -
Fresh from the midnight flame, the midnight roar,
To sleep his last proud sleep of victory
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Prison'd king! What worlds of woe
In thy weary, gold-brown eyes -
Thoughts of roaming long ago
Under Afric's sultry skies,
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There's an office back in London, and the dusty sunlight falls
With its swarms of dancing motes across the floor,
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There's an office back in London, and the dusty sunlight falls
With its swarms of dancing motes across the floor,
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Have you heard the seagull calling, the seagull out at sea?
And sorry is its voice, though its wings are wide and free!
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'Five boats there was,' says Bristol Tim, 'in the steamship
Albacore
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She used to sail on the Far East run 'tween Hull an'
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The puma is a puss-cat, and a thumping big one too,
But mostly when you meet one it's a deal more scared than you;
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