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Now the "rosy morn appearing"
Floods with light the dazzled heaven;
And the schoolboy groans on hearing
That eternal clock strike seven:-
Now the waggoner is driving
Towards the fields his clattering wain;
Now the bluebottle, reviving,
Buzzes down his native pane.

— Charles Stuart Calverley

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I sit alone at present, dreaming darkly of a Dun.

The heart which grief hath cankered
Hath one unfailing remedy - the Tankard.

I can not sing the old songs now!
It is not that I deem them low;
’T is that I can’t remember how
They go.

Forever; ’t is a single word!
Our rude forefathers deemed it two:
Can you imagine so absurd
A view?

I've read in many a novel, that unless they've souls that grovel—
Folks prefer in fact a hovel to your dreary marble halls.

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