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A Sketch.
The blindest buzzard that I know
Does not wear wings to spread and stir,
Nor does my special mole wear fur
And grub among the roots below;
He sports a tail indeed, but then
It's to a coat; he's man with men;
His quill is cut to a pen.
Does not wear wings to spread and stir,
Nor does my special mole wear fur
And grub among the roots below;
He sports a tail indeed, but then
It's to a coat; he's man with men;
His quill is cut to a pen.
In other points our friend's a mole,
A buzzard, beyond scope of speech:
He sees not what's within his reach,
Misreads the part, ignores the whole.
Misreads the part so reads in vain,
Ignores the whole tho' patent plain,
Misreads both parts again.
A buzzard, beyond scope of speech:
He sees not what's within his reach,
Misreads the part, ignores the whole.
Misreads the part so reads in vain,
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Misreads both parts again.
My blindest buzzard that I know,
My special mole, when will you see?
Oh no, you must not look at me,
There's nothing hid for me to show.
I might show facts as plain as day;
But since your eyes are blind, you'd say:
Where? What? and turn away.
My special mole, when will you see?
Oh no, you must not look at me,
There's nothing hid for me to show.
I might show facts as plain as day;
But since your eyes are blind, you'd say:
Where? What? and turn away.
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