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I have walk'd through wildernesses dreary,
In that song of thine;
Thou hast a nest, for thy love and thy rest:
Happy, happy Liver'
Joy and jollity be with us both!
Hearing thee, or else some other, As merry a Brother, I on the earth will go plodding on, By myself, chearfully, till the day is done. 3.
'* With how sad steps, O Moon thou climb'st the sky,
• From a sonnet of Sir Philip Sydney..
The Post-boy drove with fierce career,
As if the wind blew many ways
At length I to the Boy call'd out,
The Boy then smack'd his whip, and fast
Said I, alighting on the ground,
"My Cloak!" the word was last and first,
And loud and bitterly she wept,
As if her very heart would burst;
And down from off the Chaise she leapt.