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SONNIT-2 HANNER ANN. Divers views, opinions, and prophecies of yoors
trooly, Petroleum V. Nasby | ||
353
100. C.
SONNIT-2 HANNER ANN.
RITTEN AT THE AGE UV 17, UNDER A STAIT UV HIGH
MENTLE EGGSITEMENT.
Sweet sample case uv loveliness! O, paragon!
From nite wuz stol'n the color uv thy eyes and kurls;[1]
Thy skin from alibaster, and thy teeth from pearls,
You 'm all the graces, melted in2 one.
It 's pure presumpshun, Hanner, I 'm afrade,
For me to cast my eye so fur above me;
But, sweet wun, ef yoo wait for wun to love ye,
Whose worthy uv ye—ah! you 'll die a maid.[2]
My love 's a little stream, a runnin all alone;
Yoors is another—now, sweet maid, let 's say
That Hymen's matrimonial spade shel dig away
The bank atween us, and the 2 unite in one!
Wat happinis! Wat goy! The dreem sets me afire,
Sweet Hanner, make it real, and then let me expire![3]
From nite wuz stol'n the color uv thy eyes and kurls;[1]
Thy skin from alibaster, and thy teeth from pearls,
You 'm all the graces, melted in2 one.
It 's pure presumpshun, Hanner, I 'm afrade,
For me to cast my eye so fur above me;
But, sweet wun, ef yoo wait for wun to love ye,
Whose worthy uv ye—ah! you 'll die a maid.[2]
My love 's a little stream, a runnin all alone;
Yoors is another—now, sweet maid, let 's say
That Hymen's matrimonial spade shel dig away
The bank atween us, and the 2 unite in one!
Wat happinis! Wat goy! The dreem sets me afire,
Sweet Hanner, make it real, and then let me expire![3]
[1]
By this the reeder will immejitly perseeve her hair and eyes is black. They is black—blacker nor the “the staitly raving uv the days uv yore,” ez Poe remarkt.
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SONNIT-2 HANNER ANN. Divers views, opinions, and prophecies of yoors
trooly, Petroleum V. Nasby | ||