Songs of a Savoyard by Sir W. S. (William Schwenck) Gilbert
page 96 of 131 (73%)
page 96 of 131 (73%)
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That all can be set right with calomel?
When from the poet's plinth The amorous colocynth Yearns for the aloe, faint with rapturous thrills, How can he hymn their throes Knowing, as well he knows, That they are only uncompounded pills? Is it, and can it be, Nature hath this decree, Nothing poetic in the world shall dwell? Or that in all her works Something poetic lurks, Even in colocynth and calomel? Ballad: He Loves! He loves! If in the bygone years Thine eyes have ever shed Tears - bitter, unavailing tears, For one untimely dead - If in the eventide of life Sad thoughts of her arise, Then let the memory of thy wife Plead for my boy - he dies! |
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