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STANZAS,
WRITTEN FOR A YOUNG FRIEND COLLECTING AUTOGRAPHS.
When ladies' Albums were the rage,
With ease, at any time,
My humble Muse could fill her page
With good or worthless rhyme.
With ease, at any time,
My humble Muse could fill her page
With good or worthless rhyme.
Alas for autographs! such things
Exist not in the brain;
But, when they spread their paper wings,
Come back no more again.
Exist not in the brain;
But, when they spread their paper wings,
Come back no more again.
Of such I had no ample hoard,
E'en in my richest day;
And these have been so oft explored,
That all seem given away.
E'en in my richest day;
And these have been so oft explored,
That all seem given away.
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Nothing remains, then, dear Susette,
But for each bard, like me,
To pay his autographic debt
By writing one for thee!
But for each bard, like me,
To pay his autographic debt
By writing one for thee!
And thou wouldst be denied by none,
From Woodbridge to Verona,
Couldst thou petition every one
“In propria persona!”
From Woodbridge to Verona,
Couldst thou petition every one
“In propria persona!”
1829.
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