. The lays of a lawyer . HER PARASOL lENEATH its shadeThe saucy maid Lay sheltered from thesun, And thus to me: Good sir, quoth she, There is just room for one. So down I sat,And neath her hat. Tip-tilted came to pass,I lost, alas ! My heart within her eyes. 74. TO THEDIANA ONTOP OF MADISONSQUARE GARDEN Why slayst thou not, thou glittering, mistress of Endymion ? Art dazed, whichever way dost find a staring Actaeon ?

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