I was a timid little antelope;
My home was in the rocks, the lonely rocks.
I saw the hunters scouring on the plain;
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How spake of old the Royal Seer?
(His text is one I love to treat on.)
This life of ours he said is sheer
Mataiotes Mataioteton.
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On Brady's tower there grows a flower,
It is the loveliest flower that blows,—
At Castle Brady there lives a lady,
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The cold gray hills they bind me around,
The darksome valleys lie sleeping below,
But the winds as they pass o'er all this ground,
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'A surgeon of the United States' army says that on inquiring of
the Captain of his company, he found that NINE-TENTHS of the men
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A thousand years ago, or more,
A city filled with burghers stout,
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By fate's benevolent award,
Should I survive the day,
I'll drink a bumper with my lord
Upon the last of May.
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By fate's benevolent award,
Should I survive the day,
I'll drink a bumper with my lord
Upon the last of May.
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Know ye the willow-tree
Whose gray leaves quiver,
Whispering gloomily
To yon pale river;
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ZULEIKAH! The young Agas in the bazaar are slim-wasted and wear
yellow slippers. I am old and hideous. One of my eyes is out, and
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