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ANACREONTICS.
Oh, ye happy men with two legs, when the luscious bowl ye share,
Since I cannot get me new legs, think I am in spirit there!
And if any High art lover, to his Mistress crown the brim,
Let my aspirations hover round and hallow it for him.
[I caught this last idea from a party named Tom Moore,
Who is sometimes rather freer than the parsons can endure.]
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