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15 lines
623 B
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Seldom we find," says Solomon Don Dunce,
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"Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet.
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Through all the flimsy things we see at once
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As easily as through a Naples bonnet —
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Trash of all trash! -- how can a lady don it?
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Yet heavier far than your Petrarchan stuff—
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Owl-downy nonsense that the faintest puff
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Twirls into trunk-paper the while you con it."
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And, veritably, Sol is right enough.
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The general Petrarchanities are arrant
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Bubbles -- ephemeral and so transparent --
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But this is, now, -- you may depend upon it --
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Stable, opaque, immortal -- all by dint
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Of the dear names that lie concealed within 't.
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