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And next a lad of ambitious mien
And tremors he strove to cage unseen,
And manners acting the well-known page
Of “you'd scarce expect one of my age”
Discoursing, with stiff-necked rhythmic ease,
Of Cicero and Demosthenes,
And mentioning many oaks that grow
From acorns buried in tombs below,
Told what once, humming in songs o'erhead,
'Twas fancied the telegraph had said:
And tremors he strove to cage unseen,
And manners acting the well-known page
Of “you'd scarce expect one of my age”
Discoursing, with stiff-necked rhythmic ease,
Of Cicero and Demosthenes,
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From acorns buried in tombs below,
Told what once, humming in songs o'erhead,
'Twas fancied the telegraph had said:
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