. Syllabus. ■ In swept Miss SaUy Beaumont When you are quite well, you will come and see me, and tell me all about it, said Miss Sally wa bright smile, as she left the room. —Guy Terry th AEI! Al!. HEN the very last poem iswritten,And the very last sonnetis done;When weve cracked everyjoke under heaven,And weve made everypossible pun;When all combinations ofclausesAnd every description ofphraseHave been used in juxtaposition. Side by side in a billion of ways;When each word in the latest edition Of the bulkiest lexicon madeHas been settled beside every other In every conceivable trade ; When e
. Syllabus. ■ In swept Miss SaUy Beaumont When you are quite well, you will come and see me, and tell me all about it, said Miss Sally wa bright smile, as she left the room. —Guy Terry th AEI! Al!. HEN the very last poem iswritten,And the very last sonnetis done;When weve cracked everyjoke under heaven,And weve made everypossible pun;When all combinations ofclausesAnd every description ofphraseHave been used in juxtaposition. Side by side in a billion of ways;When each word in the latest edition Of the bulkiest lexicon madeHas been settled beside every other In every conceivable trade ; When every epigrams written, And every storys been told. And the ultimate possible climax Has been cast in each possible mold ;When the sigh of the lovers exhausted, And the solemn advice of the sage,With a knowledge of all things eternal, Is spread on an infinite page ;When the rhythmic, the liquid, the rugged, The gentle, the prolix, the terse,Every thought of every description, Has been turned into moribund verse ;When every department of Natures Been pickled in metrical brine,And every conceivable figures Been hung, like the wash, on a line ;When every idea in creation Has been used a million
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