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I
While great events were on the gale,
And each hour brought a varying tale,
And the demeanour, changed and cold,

IS done--the night has pass'd away;
And, basking in the sunny day,
The laughing fountain's waters bear No record of each burning tear;-- The silent echoes give no sound Of shriek or moan; and nothing round Can tell what breaking hearts h...

"MY First - but don't suppose," he said,"I'm setting you a riddle -Is - if your Victim be in bed,
Don't touch the curtains at his head,
But take them in the middle, "And wave them slowly in and out,
While drawing...

Florence, rejoice
For thou o'er land and sea So spread'st thy pinions that the fame of thee Hath reached no less into the depths of Hell
So noble were the five I found to dwell Therein — thy sons — whence shame accrues to me And no great...

ON'T they consult the 'Victims,' though
"I said
"They should, by rights,
Give them a chance - because, you know,

NE winter night, at half-past nine,
Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy,
I had come home, too late to dine,
And supper, with cigars and wine,

"OH, when I was a little Ghost,
A merry time had we
Each seated on his favourite post,
We chumped and chawed the buttered

ND did you really walk," said I,"On such a wretched night
I always fancied Ghosts could fly -If not exactly in the sky,
Yet at a fairish height
" "It's very well," said he, "for

As one who strives a hill to climb,
Who never climbed before:
Who finds it, in a little time,
Grow every moment less sublime,

November's sky is chill and drear,
November's leaf is red and sear:
Late, gazing down the steepy
That hems our little garden in,

I want a hero: an uncommon want,
When every year and month sends forth a new one,
Till, after cloying the gazettes with cant,
The age discovers he is not the true one;

LD Rip Van Winkle had a grandson,
Rip,
Of the paternal block a genuine chip,—­A lazy, sleepy, curious kind of chap;
He, like his grandsire, took a mighty nap,