Corn and Catholics (Thomas Moore Poems)
"What! still those two infernal questions, That with our meals our slumbers mix -- That spoil our tempers and digestions ...
"What! still those two infernal questions, That with our meals our slumbers mix -- That spoil our tempers and digestions ...
I'd mourn the hopes that leave me, If thy smiles had left me too; I'd weep when friends deceive me, ...
Dear Goddess of Corn, whom the ancients we know, (Among other odd whims of those comical bodies,) Adorn'd with somniferous ...
Oh! doubt me not -- the season Is o'er when Folly made me rove, And now the vestal, Reason, Shall ...
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