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POEMS.
I live a charming period o'er
Of reveling in sunny Spain,
And view, as from Gibraltar's shore,
Her fields of waving golden grain;
Her castles, villas, fair coquettes,
Her honest bourgeois, peasantry,
And oh! the sight one ne'er forgets—
Her wine-producing husbandry.
Of reveling in sunny Spain,
And view, as from Gibraltar's shore,
Her fields of waving golden grain;
Her castles, villas, fair coquettes,
Her honest bourgeois, peasantry,
And oh! the sight one ne'er forgets—
Her wine-producing husbandry.
But, looking from my casement near,
At ten o'clock, down in the shade,
Instead of some gay cavalier
To charm me with a serenade,
What are those figures, one by one,
With stealthy steps and ragged shapes?
Why, by "the smell" I might have known
They are the boys who steal my grapes!
At ten o'clock, down in the shade,
Instead of some gay cavalier
To charm me with a serenade,
What are those figures, one by one,
With stealthy steps and ragged shapes?
Why, by "the smell" I might have known
They are the boys who steal my grapes!
Midsummer.
Was ever such caloric spilt
Upon the desert air?
Ere flaccid flesh shall further wilt,
Oh, for a train, by Vanderb(u)ilt,
To take us to those regions where
The Esquimaux and polar bear
Are reveling in their frozen lair!
Upon the desert air?
Ere flaccid flesh shall further wilt,
Oh, for a train, by Vanderb(u)ilt,
To take us to those regions where
The Esquimaux and polar bear
Are reveling in their frozen lair!
