 | Weeping-Cross and Other Rimes by A. H. Bullen |  |
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SOUTHEY'S COMMON-PLACE BOOK
When doggèd discontent doth me oppress(Begot—and born—I know not when or how),
And all life looms one forlorn wilderness
Without or singing bird or blossoming bough,
These well-loved tomes then take I from the shelf,
And my dull sprite, that lumpish care dismayed,
Is quickly dancing, gay as wanton elf
That laughs and leaps in moonlit forest glade.
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