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A SNAP SHOT
Who is this sprite so dainty,
At odds with grisly Death?
His struggles nought avail him,
The Conqueror conquereth.
At odds with grisly Death?
His struggles nought avail him,
The Conqueror conquereth.
“Oh! I am one whose heeding
Was all of delights most high;
Time's treasures fitly feeding
My delicate sense and eye.”
Was all of delights most high;
Time's treasures fitly feeding
My delicate sense and eye.”
But say, didst thou feed others?
“My lovers, and my friends.”
And never a dusty beggar?
Then here thy banquet ends!
“My lovers, and my friends.”
And never a dusty beggar?
Then here thy banquet ends!
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