And you, my sister—you, who lesson me on endurance, your cheek is pale, and your step languid; even with you, how much has life lost its interest!
What I have advanced upon this species of verse will contribute to solve a poetical problem, thrown out by Dryden as a crux to his brethren
GOOD bwye ta thee Cot! whaur tha dâs o’ my childhood Glaw’d bright as tha zun in a mornin o’ mâ;
Not yet the bargeman that doth rowe / with long and limber oare
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