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Up with me up with me into the sky	A
WORDSWORTH on a Lark	B
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I	A
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Dear Graham whilst the busy crowd	C
The vain the wealthy and the proud	C
Their meaner flights pursue	D
Let us cast off the foolish ties	E
That bind us to the earth and rise	E
And take a bird's eye view	D
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II	A
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A few more whiffs of my segar	F
And then in Fancy's airy car	G
Have with thee for the skies	E
How oft this fragrant smoke upcurl'd	C
Hath borne me from this little world	C
And all that in it lies	E
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III	A
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Away away the bubble fills	H
Farewell to earth and all its hills	H
We seem to cut the wind	C
So high we mount so swift we go	I
The chimney tops are far below	I
The Eagle's left behind	C
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IV	D
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Ah me my brain begins to swim	J
The world is growing rather dim	J
The steeples and the trees	K
My wife is getting very small	L
I cannot see my babe at all	L
The Dollond if you please	K
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V	D
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Do Graham let me have a quiz	M
Lord what a Lilliput it is	M
That little world of Mogg's	M
Are those the London Docks that channel	N
The mighty Thames a proper kennel	N
For that small Isle of Dogs	M
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VI	D
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What is that seeming tea urn there	O
That fairy dome St Paul's I swear	O
Wren must have been a Wren	P
And that small stripe it cannot be	D
The City Road Good lack to see	D
The little ways of men	P
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VII	D
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Little indeed my eyeballs ache	Q
To find a turnpike I must take	Q
Their tolls upon my trust	C
And where is mortal labor gone	R
Look Graham for a little stone	S
Mac Adamiz'd to dust	C
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VIII	D
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Look at the horses less than flies	M
Oh what a waste it was of sighs	M
To wish to be a Mayor	F
What is the honor none at all	L
One's honor must be very small	L
For such a civic chair	O
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IX	M
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And there's Guildhall 'tis far aloof	D
Methinks I fancy through the roof	D
Its little guardian Gogs	M
Like penny dolls a tiny show	I
Well I must say they're rul'd below	I
By very little logs	M
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X	M
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Oh Graham how the upper air	O
Alters the standards of compare	O
One of our silken flags	M
Would cover London all about	C
Nay then let's even empty out	C
Another brace of bags	M
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XI	M
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Now for a glass of bright champagne	T
Above the clouds Come let us drain	T
A bumper as we go	I
But hold for God's sake do not cant	C
The cork away unless you want	C
To brain your friends below	I
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XII	M
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Think what a mob of little men	P
Are crawling just within our ken	P
Like mites upon a cheese	M
Pshaw how the foolish sight rebukes	M
Ambitious thoughts can there be Dukes	M
Of Gloster such as these	M
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XIII	M
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Oh what is glory what is fame	U
Hark to the little mob's acclaim	U
'Tis nothing but a hum	V
A few near gnats would trump as loud	C
As all the shouting of a crowd	C
That has so far to come	V
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XIV	D
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Well they are wise that choose the near	W
A few small buzzards in the ear	X
To organs ages hence	M
Ah me how distance touches all	L
It makes the true look rather small	L
But murders poor pretence	M
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XV	D
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The world recedes it disappears	M
Heav'n opens on my eyes my ears	M
With buzzing noises ring	Y
A fig for Southey's Laureat lore	Z
What's Rogers here Who cares for Moore	A2
That hears the Angels sing	Y
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XVI	D
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A fig for earth and all its minions	M
We are above the world's opinions	M
Graham we'll have our own	S
Look what a vantage height we've got	C
Now do you think Sir Walter Scott	C
Is such a Great Unknown	S
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XVII	D
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Speak up or hath he hid his name	U
To crawl thro' subways unto fame	U
Like Williams of Cornhill	L
Speak up my lad when men run small	L
We'll show what's little in them all	L
Receive it how they will	L
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XVIII	D
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Think now of Irving shall he preach	B2
The princes down shall he impeach	B2
The potent and the rich	C2
Merely on ethic stilts and I	D
Not moralize at two mile high	D
The true didactic pitch	C2
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XIX	M
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Come what d'ye think of Jeffrey sir	F
Is Gifford such a Gulliver	F
In Lilliput's Review	D
That like Colossus he should stride	C
Certain small brazen inches wide	C
For poets to pass through	D
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XX	M
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Look down the world is but a spot	C
Now say Is Blackwood's low or not	C
For all the Scottish tone	S
It shall not weigh us here not where	O
The sandy burden's lost in air	O
Our lading where is't flown	S
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XXI	M
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Now like you Croly's verse indeed	C
In heaven where one cannot read	C
The Warren on a wall	L
What think you here of that man's fame	U
Tho' Jerdan magnified his name	U
To me 'tis very small	L
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XXII	M
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And truly is there such a spell	L
In those three letters L E L	L
To witch a world with song	D2
On clouds the Byron did not sit	C
Yet dar'd on Shakspeare's head to spit	C
And say the world was wrong	D2
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XXIII	M
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And shall not we Let's think aloud	C
Thus being couch'd upon a cloud	C
Graham we'll have our eyes	M
We felt the great when we were less	M
But we'll retort on littleness	M
Now we are in the skies	M
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XXIV	D
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O Graham Graham how I blame	U
The bastard blush the petty shame	U
That used to fret me quite	C
The little sores I cover'd then	P
No sores on earth nor sorrows when	P
The world is out of sight	C
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XXV	D
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My name is Tims I am the man	E2
That North's unseen diminish'd clan	E2
So scurvily abused	C
I am the very P A Z	M
The London's Lion's small pin's head	C
So often hath refused	C
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XXVI	D
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Campbell you cannot see him here	X
Hath scorn'd my lays do his appear	W
Such great eggs from the sky	D
And Longman and his lengthy Co	I
Long only in a little Row	I
Have thrust my poems by	D
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XXVII	D
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What else I'm poor and much beset	C
With damn'd small duns that is in debt	C
Some grains of golden dust	C
But only worth above is worth	F2
What's all the credit of the earth	F2
An inch of cloth on trust	C
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XXVIII	D
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What's Rothschild here that wealthy man	E2
Nay worlds of wealth Oh if you can	E2
Spy out the Golden Ball	L
Sure as we rose all money sank	G2
What's gold or silver now the Bank	G2
Is gone the 'Change and all	L
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XXIX	M
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What's all the ground rent of the globe	H2
Oh Graham it would worry Job	I2
To hear its landlords prate	C
But after this survey I think	J2
I'll ne'er be bullied more nor shrink	J2
From men of large estate	C
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XXX	M
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And less still less will I submit	C
To poor mean acres' worth of wit	C
I that have heaven's span	E2
I that like Shakspeare's self may dream	K2
Beyond the very clouds and seem	K2
An Universal Man	E2
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XXXI	M
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Mark Graham mark those gorgeous crowds	M
Like Birds of Paradise the clouds	M
Are winging on the wind	C
But what is grander than their range	L2
More lovely than their sunset change	L2
The free creative mind	C
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XXXII	M
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Well the Adults' School's in the air	O
The greatest men are lesson'd there	O
As well as the Lessee	M
Oh could Earth's Ellistons thus small	L
Behold the greatest stage of all	L
How humbled they would be	M
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XXXIII	M
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Oh would some Power the giftie gie 'em	V
To see themselves as others see 'em	V
'Twould much abate their fuss	M
If they could think that from the iskies	M
They are as little in our eyes	M
As they can think of us	M
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XXXIV	D
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Of us are we gone out of sight	C
Lessen'd diminish'd vanish'd quite	C
Lost to the tiny town	M2
Beyond the Eagle's ken the grope	N2
Of Dollond's longest telescope	N2
Graham we're going down	M2
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XXXV	D
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Ah me I've touch'd a string that opes	M
The airy valve the gas elopes	M
Down goes our bright Balloon	O2
Farewell the skies the clouds I smell	L
The lower world Graham farewell	L
Man of the silken moon	O2
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XXXVI	D
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The earth is close the City nears	M
Like a burnt paper it appears	M
Studded with tiny sparks	M
Methinks I hear the distant rout	C
Of coaches rumbling all about	C
We're close above the Parks	M
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XXXVII	D
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I hear the watchmen on their beats	M
Hawking the hour about the streets	M
Lord what a cruel jar	G
It is upon the earth to light	C
Well there's the finish of our flight	C
I've smoked my last segar	F