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The Ingoldsby Lyrics

By Thomas Ingoldsby [i.e. R. H. Barham]
Ingoldsby, Thomas (1788-1845)

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POLITICAL SKITS, PARODIES, Etc.
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OCCASIONAL PIECES.
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FAMILY POETRY.
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SONGS, EPIGRAMS, Etc.
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FAMILIAR EPISTLES.

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To Dr. Hume.

April, 1842.
Diffugere nives, redeunt jam gramina campis,
The snows are fled, the grass now scarcely damp is;
Solvitur acris Hyems gratâ vice Veris;
Stern Winter's gone, the grateful Spring-time near is;
Ubi gentium Hume?
Is he up in his room?
Vel antro sub grato
“'Ating potato”?
In agris est vix
A making of bricks?
Cur non venit ad urbem,
Now there's nothing to disturb him—
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Usque ad Londinum,
Churchyardque Paulinum?
Nil mihi rescribas sed venias ipse
Quadrigâ vel omnibus, sobrius vel tipse.
R. H. B.
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