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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447669" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Phantasmagoria CANTO VII ( Sad Souvenaunce )</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;WHAT'S this?&quot; I pondered. &quot;Have I slept? <br>Or can I have been drinking?&quot; <br>But soon a gentler feeling crept <br>Upon me, and I sat and wept <br>An hour or so, like winking. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;No need for Bones to hurry so!&quot; <br>I sobbed. &quot;In fact, I doubt <br>If it was worth his while to go - <br>And who is Tibbs, I'd like to know, <br>To make such work about? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;If Tibbs is anything like me, <br>It's POSSIBLE,&quot; I said, <br>&quot;He won't be over-pleased to be <br>Dropped in upon at half-past three, <br>After he's snug in bed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;And if Bones plagues him anyhow - <br>Squeaking and all the rest of it, <br>As he was doing here just now - <br>I prophesy there'll be a row, <br>And Tibbs will have the best of it!&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, as my tears could never bring <br>The friendly Phantom back, <br>It seemed to me the proper thing <br>To mix another glass, and sing <br>The following Coronach. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'AND ART THOU GONE, BELOVED GHOST? <br>BEST OF FAMILIARS! <br>NAY THEN, FAREWELL, MY DUCKLING ROAST, <br>FAREWELL, FAREWELL, MY TEA AND TOAST, <br>MY MEERSCHAUM AND CIGARS! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE HUES OF LIFE ARE DULL AND GRAY, <br>THE SWEETS OF LIFE INSIPID, <br>WHEN thou, MY CHARMER, ART AWAY - <br>OLD BRICK, OR RATHER, LET ME SAY, <br>OLD PARALLELEPIPED!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Instead of singing Verse the Third, <br>I ceased - abruptly, rather: <br>But, after such a splendid word <br>I felt that it would be absurd <br>To try it any farther. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So with a yawn I went my way <br>To seek the welcome downy, <br>And slept, and dreamed till break of day <br>Of Poltergeist and Fetch and Fay <br>And Leprechaun and Brownie! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For year I've not been visited <br>By any kind of Sprite; <br>Yet still they echo in my head, <br>Those parting words, so kindly said, <br>&quot;Old Turnip-top, good-night!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lewis+Carroll">Lewis Carroll</a><div class=q>
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Or can I have been drinking?&quot; 
But soon a gentler feeling crept 
Upon me, and I sat and wept 
An hour or so, like winking. 

&quot;No need for Bones to hurry so!&quot; 
I sobbed. &quot..."></div>
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