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No more questions, good friend, no more questions, I práy;
"Wherefore ?' and “Whý?'
DALKEY LODGE, DALKEY; March 30, 1855.
'TIS the little boy láshing his top in the court;
I 'll go down to the court and the whole livelong dáy
DALKEY LODGE, DALKEY; May 6, 1855.
Ás in Tíbur's pleasant villa
“Thát the adjective must always
«I don't know, heard never reason,
“Now I récolléct," said Hórace
Walking from ZELL to SIMMERN, RHENISH PRUSSIA; July 9, 1855.
"TWAS on the First of Jánuary early in the morning
"Twas on the First of February, a cold and snowy morning, I paid my Love a visit and asked her was she quíte well: “I 've got a little cough,” said she, “but I don't think any
thing of it; Coughs and colds are going, and I hope I 'll soon be better."
'Twas on the First of Márch and a bitter wind was blowing; I paid my Love a vísit, and asked her was she bétter: “I'm not much better yét,” said she, “and the cough is
sticking to me, But when the weather sóftens I don't doubt I'll be better."
'Twas on the First of Ápril when a blink of sun was gleaming Between two chilly showers, I paid my Love a vísit; When she saw me her eye brightened and she said she'd
soon be finely, But I thought she didn't look well and I had a sad foreboding. 'Twas on delicious Máy-day I paid my Love a vísit; The sky was clear, the air was soft, the birds were gaily
singing, But my Love her pallid cheek upon her hand was leáning, And I didn't ask her how she was, for I saw it but too clearly.
'Twas on the First of leafy June I paid my Love a vísit; When she saw me from the window she waved her hand to
greét me, And I entered the house joyful, thinking she was surely better, But when I came in neár her I saw how she was wasting.
On the First of warm July I paid my Love a vísit;
close about her,
Upon the First of Aúgust I paid my Love a vísit;
Upón September First I paid my Love a vísit;
reapers: “How pleasant it 's out there," said she, "and yet I 'm still
growing weaker, And perhaps” but there she stopped short, for she heard
Upon October First I paid my Love a visit;
Upón November First I paid my Love a vísit;
Upón December First when I paid my Love a vísit
éver, And if never more to love me, pain to suffer néver.
Upón this First of January, désolate and lonely
grave; And if I weep, it's not for hér, for shé 's safe from all sorrow, But for myself behind her left so désolate and lonely.