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Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 99, September 27, 1890 by Various
page 12 of 39 (30%)
When musing on your face,
My sad imagination sees
Another in my place.
Say, do you listen to his prayer,
Or slay him with a frown?
At any rate I can't be there.
Come back to Town!

Why linger by some far-off lake
Or Continental strand?
St. Martin's Summer comes to make
A glory in the land.
The river runs a golden stream
Where WREN'S great dome looks down;
Thine eyes, methinks, have brighter gleam;
Come back to Town!

I hear your voice upon the wind,
In dreamland you appear;
But do you wonder that I find
The day so long and drear?
_Lentis adhærens brachiis_ come
Once more my life to crown;
Without thee 'tis too burdensome.
Come back to Town!

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MR. PUNCH'S DICTIONARY OF PHRASES.

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