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ANSWER TO THE FRECEDING,
BY MR. WM. BARD.
Since you are vexed, dear Clem, at night,
By some uncourtly angry spright,
Who would thy joys restrain:
I now this invitation send,
That previous dreams may you defend
From anguish, grief and pain.
By some uncourtly angry spright,
Who would thy joys restrain:
I now this invitation send,
That previous dreams may you defend
From anguish, grief and pain.
To keep from all, the smallest treats,
If not forewarned by direful threats
Of pinches, aches and sorrow;
Some fair ones whom you once admired,
When by no waspish sylph inspired,
Expect you here to-morrow.
If not forewarned by direful threats
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Some fair ones whom you once admired,
When by no waspish sylph inspired,
Expect you here to-morrow.
But sure I am, no heavenly power,
Can e'er refuse the mirthful hour,
Dear Clem to me or you;
Old Homer tells, the Gods would sing,
In dancing too would join the ring.
Then why not mortals too?
Can e'er refuse the mirthful hour,
Dear Clem to me or you;
Old Homer tells, the Gods would sing,
In dancing too would join the ring.
Then why not mortals too?
This Sylph who plagues you thus by night
Must surely be some surly spright,
Or e'en no spright at all;
No good objection can he find,
To mirth with innocence combined.
Nor even to a Ball.
Must surely be some surly spright,
Or e'en no spright at all;
No good objection can he find,
To mirth with innocence combined.
Nor even to a Ball.
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