East and West - Poems by Bret Harte
page 67 of 84 (79%)
page 67 of 84 (79%)
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In affairs of love give place
To a Cooke?" "Clifford Snook, I know thy claim To that lineage and name, And I think I've read the same In Horne Tooke; But I swear, by all divine, Never, never to be thine, 'Till thou canst upon yon line Walk like Cooke." Though to that gymnastic feat He no closer might compete Than to strike a _balance_-sheet In a book; Yet thenceforward, from that day, He his figure would display In some wild athletic way, After Cooke. On some household eminence, On a clothes-line or a fence, Over ditches, drains, and thence O'er a brook, He, by high ambition led, Ever walked and balanced; |
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