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There should be no despair for
While nightly stars are burning;
While evening pours its silent dew,
And sunshine gilds the morning

There was an old man on the Border, Who lived in the utmost disorder; He danced with the cat, and made tea in his hat, Which vexed all the folks on the Border
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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:

emrôz chô har rôz, kharâb-êm kharâb ma-g'shâ dar andêsha-wo bar gîr rabâb Sad gôna namâz-ast-o rukû`-ast-o sujûd ân-râ ke jamâl-é dôst bâsh-ad
Hrâb Today, like every day, we are ruined, ruined (by "wine")
Don't open the door of...

There was an Old Man of Peru,
Who never knew what he should do;
So he tore off his hair,
And behaved like a bear,

There was an Old Man of Calcutta,
Who perpetually ate bread and butter;
Till a great bit of muffin,
On which he was stuffing,

There was an Old Man with a beard,
Who said, 'It is just as I feared
Two Owls and a Hen,
Four Larks and a Wren,

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;

There was an Old Person of Chili,
Whose conduct was painful and silly,
He sate on the stairs,
Eating apples and pears,

There was an old man of Tobago,
Who lived on rice, gruel and
Till, much to his bliss,
His physician said this -To a leg, sir, of mutton you may go

No worst, there is none
Pitched past pitch of grief,
More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring
Comforter, where, where is your comforting

Rich fools there be, whose base and filthy heart Lies hatching still the goods wherein they flow:
And damning their own selves to Tantal's smart,
Wealth breeding want, more blist more wretched grow
Yet to those fools heav'n such wit...