- Memoria In ëterna
Sweet Memory! thou faculty divine--
Triumphant o'er the cruel hand of Time!
On thy tablets we may trace
The lines his fingers ne'er efface,
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- December
I.
White-shrouded, latest-born of all the year,
In thy cold hands no bud or floweret bearing,
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- "is It Hot Enough Fer You?"
I.
I wouldn't mind the weather much--I'd sizzle and I'd stew,
And do the very best I could the heat to struggle through,
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- Tim Bluster's Dream
'Twas a place of fifty acres, in a lonely neighborhood,
And near a grove of somber pines the shackly farm-house stood;
And all the folks, for miles around, did solemnly declare
That ghosts and goblins horrible held nightly revel there.
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- Robert Burns
(A PARAPHRASE.)
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