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36543	Graham, Harry	The Motley Muse (Rhymes for the Times)			.txt	text/plain	13073	1213	87	For to-day our lays are light, our sonnets sprightly, Each time I endeavour to buy an Old Master! Kenney-Herbert handed him a basket of roses.'--The _Times_.] The ties that bind us to things long past), I shall lack sweet 'polies' where, thick like glue, I shall miss 'jam-pudding' my whole life through! But my Ponto, poor old fellow, That his meetings shall be graced by Cinquevalli, [A well-known lady dog-fancier informed a representative of the There's nothing on earth like the pipes of the Piper! Till at last, by the time they are seated and settled, Less prone to high play is the member to-day If (like other men of British nationality) Called daily on those in high places, With feelings daily growing cooler. The Briton, old-fashioned, in language empassioned, Which to-day he discovers in other men's plays! No card-games are played here, and even 'Old Maid' here	./cache/36543.txt	./txt/36543.txt