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A LOVERS’ QUARREL.
There is none but the cuckoo knows—
Heaps of the guelder-rose!
I must bear with it, I suppose.
Heaps of the guelder-rose!
I must bear with it, I suppose.
19.
Could but November come,
Were the noisy birds struck dumb
At the warning slash
Of his driver's-lash—
I would laugh like the valiant Thumb
Facing the castle glum
And the giant's fee-faw-fum!
Could but November come,
Were the noisy birds struck dumb
At the warning slash
Of his driver's-lash—
I would laugh like the valiant Thumb
Facing the castle glum
And the giant's fee-faw-fum!
20.
Then, were the world well stript
Of the gear wherein equipped
We can stand apart,
Heart dispense with heart
Then, were the world well stript
Of the gear wherein equipped
We can stand apart,
Heart dispense with heart
