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Softened by Time's consummate plush

by Emily Dickinson

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Drawing the boundary…

An Extempore Elegy

by Samuel Johnson

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Drawing the boundary…

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Softened by Time's consummate plush

by Emily Dickinson

Softened by Time's consummate plush,
  How sleek the woe appears
That threatened childhood's citadel
  And undermined the years!

Bisected now by bleaker griefs,
  We envy the despair
That devastated childhood's realm,
  So easy to repair.

An Extempore Elegy

by Samuel Johnson

Here's a Woman of the Town,
Lies as Dead as any Nail!
She was once of high renown,—
And so here begins my Tale.

She was once as cherry plump
Red her cheek as Cath'rine Pear,
Toss'd her nose, and shook her Rump,
Till she made the Neighbours stare.

There she soon became a Jilt,
Rambling often to and fro'
All her life was naught but guilt,
Till Purse and Carcase both were low.

But there came a country 'Squire
He was a seducing Pug!
Took her from her friends and sire,
To his own House her did lug.

Black her eye with many a Blow,
Hot her breath with many a Dram,
Now she lies exceeding low,
And as quiet as a Lamb.

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