Good!
And I made ye a hundred books—yea! even an hundred and one
Of all the labours of men that labour under the sun,
Second “yea”? Uncle says “delete.”
And I clad me about with Terrors: Yea! I covered my paths with dread,
And the women-folk were astonished at the horrible things I said.
And the men of the Island Race were some of them woundily bored,
But the greater part of them paid me well: and I praised the Lord.
And when—as the spirit was full—I sniggered and lapped and swore
Dick says “Days of Yore” is commonplace. Tore? Gore? Lore? More? provisional: see Emily also about it.
As ever did men before me, men of the days of yore
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When-as the spirit was full—But when it was rare and low
I copied the Psalms at random; and lo! it was even so!
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Uncle says that repetition is Greek. Mem.—plagiarism?
Then up and arose the Daughter-Nations: Up and arose
Fearless men reciting me fearlessly through the nose,
Some of them Presbyterian, and some of them Jews, and some
Frivolous. Change.