Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 99, September 27, 1890 by Various
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page 12 of 39 (30%)
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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! * * * * * MR. PUNCH'S DICTIONARY OF PHRASES. |
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