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Rhyme? and reason? . MELANCHOLETTA. With saddest music all day longShe soothed her secret sorrow : At night she sighed I fear twas wrongSuch cheerful words to borrow. Dearest, a sweeter, sadder songIll sing to thee to-morrow. I thanked her, but I could not say-That I was glad to hear it: I left the house at break of day,And did not venture near it Till time, I hoped, had worn awayHer grief, for nought could cheer it I My dismal sister ! Couldst thou knowThe wretched home thou keepest!. AT NIGHT SHE SIGHED 80 MELANCHOLETTA. Thy brother, drowned in daily woe,Is thankful when thou sleepest \ For
Rhyme? and reason? . MELANCHOLETTA. With saddest music all day longShe soothed her secret sorrow : At night she sighed I fear twas wrongSuch cheerful words to borrow. Dearest, a sweeter, sadder songIll sing to thee to-morrow. I thanked her, but I could not say-That I was glad to hear it: I left the house at break of day,And did not venture near it Till time, I hoped, had worn awayHer grief, for nought could cheer it I My dismal sister ! Couldst thou knowThe wretched home thou keepest!. AT NIGHT SHE SIGHED 80 MELANCHOLETTA. Thy brother, drowned in daily woe,Is thankful when thou sleepest \ For if I laugh, however low, When thourt awake, thou weepest! I took my sister tother day (Excuse the slang expression)To Sadlers Wells to see the play, In hopes the new impressionMight in her thoughts, from grave to gay Effect some slight digression. I asked three gay young dogs from town To join us in our folly,Whose mirth, I thought, might serve to drown My sisters melancholy:The lively Jones, the sportive Brown, And Robinson the jolly. The maid announced the meal in tones That I myself had taught her,Meant to allay my sisters moans Like oil on troubled water: MELANCHOLETTA. g i I rushed to Jones, the lively Jones,And begged him to escort her. Vainly he strove, with ready wit, To joke about the weather—To ventilate the last on dit— To quote the price of leather—She groaned Here I and Sorrow sit : Let us lament together ! I urged You re wasting time, you know : Delay will s
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