Henry Sambrooke Leigh Poems

In form and feature, face and limb,
I grew so like my brother,
That folks got taking me for him,
And each for one another.
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ON the bleak shore of Norway, I’ve lately been told,
Large numbers of cod-fish are found,
And the animals’ livers are afterwards sold
At so many “pfennigs” per pound;
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My life - to Discontent a prey -
Is in the sere and yellow leaf.
'Tis vain for happiness to pray:
No solace brings my heart relief.
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When Life was all a summer day,
And I was under twenty,
Three loves were scattered in my way—
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THE town’s in a panic, from peer to mechanic,
Since Banting has issued his Tract
for the Times;
That queer publication made such a
sensation
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Some sombre evening, when I sit
And feed in solitude at home,
Perchance an ultra-bilious fit
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Go, bring me the goblet that maddens my soul:
Where the sulphate of copper lurks deep in the bowl;
Where the saccharine matter tastes richly intense,
And the brain-turning alcohol threatens the sense.
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