From sudden-opened doors we heard them sing:。，Of some few favoured men I would put claim.
。，Since on a gold-haired lady's eyeballs pure
'Each day I have come to tell him, and failed, with my hand on the。，Before him, shiningly perfect, the laurel-crown'd issue of years:
Your sleep is pure. Nay, pardon: I disturb.。，With one whom they wheel, alternate; whose delicate flush of new
'Tis true that when we trace its source, 'tis beer.。，
Sure, Serjeant, we'll take their shot dacent, like gentlemen,' Grady。，bad!
。，And carries the flag of old England! Heigh! see him lift foes on
Hangs dumb the awful riddle of the earth; -。，Nor less divine: Love's inmost sacredness
Said, 'Father, before we make noises, let's see the contents of the。，But felt them no more than angel, or devil, except in the wind.
O wander once more to the haunt of the bee!。，To happy things in wedlock. When she wakes,
。，Wherein he saw hypocrisy designed:
Love's jealous woods about the sun are curled;。，And small has been my profit as my joy.
lap:。，Forgive and forget's my motto! and here's my grog growing cool!'
，O sharp worked his ruddy wrinkles, as if to the breath of the fray。，Have I not any charity to give?