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Night Thoughts,
NIGHT THOUGHTS ,
SUCCEEDING AN ANTI-PRIESSNITZIAN EVENING . Sifter the ffierman . " Shall cling to thee , And haunt thee like A FEVERISH DREAM I " BYRO . V .
" I tax not ye , ye Elements ' . " LEAR . MEN have been thirsty—I have heard That some have perished so : Not all the thirst of all the men Equals my drouthy woe .
My pliant tongue and hardy teeth , My blow-pipe breath has burnt away , My mouth and throat are scorched to death-I sigh , " A well-a-day I "
If some kindly Genius would grant me my wish , To avoid this strange thirst , I'd be changed to a Fish . How swiftly I'd urge My way thiough the surge , And splash hither and thither , And no matter whither , And pierce through the fluid—dense and frigid as marble
Through each rosy-red gill , Half an ocean should move ; And I'd revel my fill In the fluid I love . And the wide-yawning shark and the wallowing whale , Each gulping a river , Should ne ' er make me quiver , Such a very small fish through his wide teeth would sail , While the large ones he'd garble .
When I'd travelled the waters from this to that pole , I'd betake me to earth , and be changed to a Mole ; Through each of the crusts—geological ranger !—I'd grub out my way , Or rest me a day , A-making my house , like a miner , g Down far below . AA hat a cloak I would show ! No Russian e ' er carried one finer , Or of fur that for smoothness and beauty was stranger !
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Night Thoughts,
NIGHT THOUGHTS ,
SUCCEEDING AN ANTI-PRIESSNITZIAN EVENING . Sifter the ffierman . " Shall cling to thee , And haunt thee like A FEVERISH DREAM I " BYRO . V .
" I tax not ye , ye Elements ' . " LEAR . MEN have been thirsty—I have heard That some have perished so : Not all the thirst of all the men Equals my drouthy woe .
My pliant tongue and hardy teeth , My blow-pipe breath has burnt away , My mouth and throat are scorched to death-I sigh , " A well-a-day I "
If some kindly Genius would grant me my wish , To avoid this strange thirst , I'd be changed to a Fish . How swiftly I'd urge My way thiough the surge , And splash hither and thither , And no matter whither , And pierce through the fluid—dense and frigid as marble
Through each rosy-red gill , Half an ocean should move ; And I'd revel my fill In the fluid I love . And the wide-yawning shark and the wallowing whale , Each gulping a river , Should ne ' er make me quiver , Such a very small fish through his wide teeth would sail , While the large ones he'd garble .
When I'd travelled the waters from this to that pole , I'd betake me to earth , and be changed to a Mole ; Through each of the crusts—geological ranger !—I'd grub out my way , Or rest me a day , A-making my house , like a miner , g Down far below . AA hat a cloak I would show ! No Russian e ' er carried one finer , Or of fur that for smoothness and beauty was stranger !