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When I was broke in London in the fall of '	A
I chanced to spy in Oxford Street this tantalizing sign	B
'A Splendid Horace cheap for Cash ' Of course I had to look	C
Upon the vaunted bargain and it was a noble book	C
A finer one I 've never seen nor can I hope to see	D
The first edition richly bound and clean as clean can be	D
And just to think for three pounds ten I might have had that Pine	B
When I was broke in London in the fall of '	A
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Down at Noseda's in the Strand I found one fateful day	E
A portrait that I pined for as only maniac may	E
A print of Madame Vestris she flourished years ago	F
Was Bartolozzi's daughter and a thoroughbred you know	F
A clean and handsome print it was and cheap at thirty bob	G
That 's what I told the salesman as I choked a rising sob	G
But I hung around Noseda's as it were a holy shrine	B
When I was broke in London in the fall of '	-
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At Davey's in Great Russell Street were autographs galore	H
And Mr Davey used to let me con that precious store	H
Sometimes I read what warriors wrote sometimes a king's command	I
But oftener still a poet's verse writ in a meagre hand	I
Lamb Byron Addison and Burns Pope Johnson Swift and Scott	J
It needed but a paltry sum to comprehend the lot	J
Yet though Friend Davey marked 'em down what could I but decline	B
For I was broke in London in the fall of '	-
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Of antique swords and spears I saw a vast and dazzling heap	K
That Curio Fenton offered me at prices passing cheap	K
And oh the quaint old bureaus and the warming pans of brass	L
And the lovely hideous freaks I found in pewter and in glass	L
And oh the sideboards candlesticks the cracked old china plates	M
The clocks and spoons from Amsterdam that antedate all dates	M
Of such superb monstrosities I found an endless mine	B
When I was broke in London in the fall of '	-
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O ye that hanker after boons that others idle by	N
The battered things that please the soul though they may vex the eye	N
The silver plate and crockery all sanctified with grime	O
The oaken stuff that has defied the tooth of envious Time	O
The musty tomes the speckled prints the mildewed bills of play	E
And other costly relics of malodorous decay	E
Ye only can appreciate what agony was mine	B
When I was broke in London in the fall of '	-
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When in the course of natural things I go to my reward	P
Let no imposing epitaph my martyrdoms record	P
Neither in Hebrew Latin Greek nor any classic tongue	Q
Let my ten thousand triumphs over human griefs be sung	Q
But in plain Anglo Saxon that he may know who seeks	R
What agonizing pangs I 've had while on the hunt for freaks	R
Let there be writ upon the slab that marks my grave this line	B
'Deceased was broke in London in the fall of ' '	-

Eugene Field

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