O HAD the malt thy strength of mind,
Or hops the flavour of thy wit,
’Twere drink for first of human kind,
A gift that e’en for Syme were fit.JERUSALEM TAVERN, DUMFRIES.
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vanity is as ill at ease under indifference as tenderness is under a love which it cannot return
by Walt WhitmanWE two boys together clinging,
One the other never leaving,
Up and down the roads going—North and South excursions making,
Power enjoying—elbows stretching—fingers clutching,