And I think that I Hannibal see
And I’m Hannibal, Hannibal’s me.
——:o:——
Raving.[16]
Once upon a midnight, weary,
As I maundered, gin-and-beery,
O’er an oft-repeated story,
Till my friends thought me a bore—
Sitting weeping, and half sleeping,
Something set my flesh a-creeping,