Bobashela . âCurry. A soft, mild, patient, humble, tranquil spirit. âDuncan. The glass of fashion and the mold of form. âJim Heidleberg. Mcthinks I am a prophet new inspired. âCain. Es the livin, breathin image of an organ-grinders monkey. âBen Tindall. vSmce fools are my theme let satire be m\ song. âMiss Huddleston. Give not sleep to thine eyes, nor slumber to thine eyelids before two oclockon Sunday night. âPurcell. Must I be carried to the skies? âS. W. Davis. , A soft embalmer of the midnight. âGlee Club. O for ten thousand tongues, that I might tell thee what I know. âBratton. They are
Bobashela . âCurry. A soft, mild, patient, humble, tranquil spirit. âDuncan. The glass of fashion and the mold of form. âJim Heidleberg. Mcthinks I am a prophet new inspired. âCain. Es the livin, breathin image of an organ-grinders monkey. âBen Tindall. vSmce fools are my theme let satire be m\ song. âMiss Huddleston. Give not sleep to thine eyes, nor slumber to thine eyelids before two oclockon Sunday night. âPurcell. Must I be carried to the skies? âS. W. Davis. , A soft embalmer of the midnight. âGlee Club. O for ten thousand tongues, that I might tell thee what I know. âBratton. They are like each other as are peas. âReed and \Aarren. An empty, thoughtless crowd. â1907. O dearest, how can I bear to leave thee! âOsborn. He will talk, my Lord, how he will talk, and Oh how wearisome it becomes. âPort Mohler. I am become as sounding brass, or tinkling cvmbal. âO. W. Bradley. I was not on the front bench when the brains wtre passed around. âH. td>. 109 VERSE. When t is early in the morning, (Say half past five or six),And the golden day is dawning, And t is cold to beat six bits;When the birds outside are singing. And the farmer goes to reap;I love to pull the cov r up, And quietly drop asleep. âA. Backward, turn backward, O time in your me a vSoph again, jus-t for one me feel wise again, just for this once,Tho forever hereafter I m counted dunce. Dis worl hit am a curus place, Hit seem all upsid down,I ve seen cake walk and money talk; Trees bark and root in de rabbit is bread in de briah patch, I ve hern dat said a good eal,And I ve actually seen a wagin spring And corn stalk over mv fiel. âA. no o l-H O
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