John Arthur Phillips Poems

She wasn't the least bit pretty,
And only the least bit gay;
And she walked with a firm elastic tread,
In a business-like kind of way.
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-- -- Sing, Heavenly Muse,
Things unattempted yet in Prose or Rhime,
A Shilling, Breeches, and Chimera's Dire.
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-- -- Honos erit huic quoq; Pomo? Virg.


What Soil the Apple loves, what Care is due
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