What products of what mighty brains!
What wond’rous books my whole contains!
What reams of prose and verse! Yet all
Tinged with the bitterness of gall!
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EAGERLY I my first the pack
So that we might pursue the game;
I made a good deal, but the lack
Of interest made the sport seem tame.
My second ladies richly gowned
May see in patterns of their silk,
My second also may be found
In terrapin and buttermilk.
My whole will fly right merrily
O’er many a cold and chilly mile;
’T is only one, yet verily
’T would equally describe a file.
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MY first bears many a noble name,
Two letters add, ’t is still the same.
I saw my second in dark waters
It was the last of noble daughters.