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North Carolina's friendly soil

He trod at fall of night,
And, on a bed of softest down,

He slept at Hell's Delight.
Morn found him on the road again,

To Lousy Level bound ;
At Bull's Tail, and Lick Lizard too,

Good provender he found.
The country all about Pinch Gut

So beautiful did seem
That the beholder thought it like

A picture in a dream.
But the plantations near Burnt Coat

Were even finer still,
And made the wondering tourist feel

A soft delicious thrill,

At Tear Shirt, too, the scenery

Most charming did appear,
With Snatch It in the distance far,

And Purgatory near.
But, spite of all these pleasant scenes,

The tourist stoutly swore
That home is brightest, after all,

And travel is a bore.
So back he went to Maine, straightway ;

A little wife he took ;
And now is making nutmegs at

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A Band, a Bob-wig, and a Feather
A brace of sinners, for no good
A country that draws fifty foot of water
A Fox, in life's extreme decay
A gentle maid, of rural breeding
A gentle squire would gladly entertain
A great Law Chief whom God nor demon scares
A Jubilee is but a spiritual fair
A learn'd society of late
A Lion, tired with state affairs
A man, in many a country town, we know
A modest love of praise I do not blame
A poore widow, somedeal stope in age
A shifting knave about the town
A spending hand that alway pouręth out
A Tailor, a man of an upright dealing
Alas ! how dismal is my tale
All the Bard's rhymes, and all his inks
All upstarts, insolent in place
Almighty God, Maker of all
An oaken broken elbow-chair
As Bathian Venus t'other day
As he that makes his mark is understood
As I went to the wake that is held on the green
As it befell one Saturday at noon
As some raw youth in country bred
At Wapping I landed, and called to hail Mog
Away, fond dupes ! who, smit with sacred lore

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Back and side, go bare, go bare
Balmy Zephyrs lightly Aitting
Before I sigh my last gasp, let me breathe
Begin, my Muse, the imitative lay.
Behold the hero, who has done all this
Beneath the hill you may see the mill
Blow, Boreas, foe to human kind

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Chloe brisk and gay appears
Chloe's the wonder of her sex
Clarendon had law and sense
Come, a brimmer, my bullies, drink whole ones or nothing
Come, lasses and lads, take leave of your dads
Confound the Cats ! all Cats-alway
Cooper, whose name is with his country's woven
Cosmelia's charms inspire my lays .

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Dear friend, since I am now at leisure
Dear mother, dear mother, the Church is cold
Dear Sir, your letter come to han'
Death went upon a solemn day
Distracted with care
Do what you come for, captain, with your news
Fair Doris, break thy glass : it hath perplexed
Farewell, rewards and fairies
Fathers of wisdom, a poor wight befriend.
Fight on, brave soldiers, for the cause
For a man that is almost blind
Freeborn Pindaric never does refuse
Friar Bacon walks again
From an extempore prayer and a godly ditty
From Oberon, in fairy-land.

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Geron his mouldy memory corrects
Gil's history appears to me :
Go and catch a falling star
God bless the man who first invented sleep
God makes sech nights, all white an' still
Hail, glorious edifice, stupendous work
Happy the man who, void of cares and strife
Harriet at school was very much the same
He that spendeth much
Here, for the nonce .
Holland, that scarce deserves the name of land
Home of the Percy's high-born race
How fond are men of rule and place

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I am a rogue and a stout one
I am a young

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1 am an Irishman, in Ireland I was born
I am as I am, and so will I be
I asked of my dear friend orator Prig
I breathe, sweet Ghib, the temperate air of Wrest
I can love both fair and brown
I du believe in Freedom's cause
I know your heart cannot so guilty be
I lately saw what now I sing
I lately thought no man alive
I love to hear thine earnest voice
I marched three miles through scorching sand
I reside at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James
I went from England into France
I will you tell a full good sport
If e'er to writing you pretend
If I address the Echo yonder
If thou didst feed on western plains of yore
II husbandry braggeth
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