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AT first awhile sits he, With calm, unruffled brow; His features then I see, Distorted hideously,-- An owl's they might be now. What is it, askest thou? Is't...
LET mine eye the farewell say, That my lips can utter ne'er; Fain I'd be a man to-day, Yet 'tis hard, oh, hard to bear! Mournful in an hour like this Is lov...
No door has my house, No house has my door; And in and out ever I carry my store. No grate has my kitchen, No kitchen my grate; Yet roasts it and boils it ...