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TO A COCK OF THE WOODS,
IN A POULTERER'S SHOP, LONDON.
While thou didst speed, oh bird, over Norwegian walds,
And thy shrill crow was heard, where the Runemen, and the Skalds,
Their mystic signs have hidden in the shade of birch and pine;
Hence was thy far fate bidden, that an Alderman might dine.
And thy shrill crow was heard, where the Runemen, and the Skalds,
Their mystic signs have hidden in the shade of birch and pine;
Hence was thy far fate bidden, that an Alderman might dine.
Oh luxury! thy hunger o'erleaps the northern waves;
Not famine's prayer is stronger for the crust that misery craves;
As the mist flits o'er the forest, and down the deepest dell,
Wild bird, where'er thou soarest, thou art followed by her spell.
Not famine's prayer is stronger for the crust that misery craves;
As the mist flits o'er the forest, and down the deepest dell,
Wild bird, where'er thou soarest, thou art followed by her spell.
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