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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506961" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Andrew M’Crie</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">from the unpublished remains of Edgar Allan Poe</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was many and many a year ago,<br>In a city by the sea,<br>That a man there lived whom I happened to know<br>By the name of Andrew M'Crie;<br>And this man he slept in another room,<br>But ground and had meals with me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was an ass and he was an ass,<br>In this city by the sea;<br>But we ground in a way which was more than a grind,<br>I and Andrew M'Crie;<br>In a way that the idle semis next door<br>Declared was shameful to see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And this was the reason that, one dark night,<br>In this city by the sea,<br>A stone flew in at the window, hitting<br>The milk-jug and Andrew M'Crie.<br>And once some low-bred tertians came,<br>And bore him away from me,<br>And shoved him into a private house<br>Where the people were having tea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Professors, not half so well up in their work,<br>Went envying him and me—<br>Yes!—that was the reason, I always thought<br>(And Andrew agreed with me),<br>Why they ploughed us both at the end of the year,<br>Chilling and killing poor Andrew M'Crie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But his ghost is more terrible far than the ghosts<br>Of many more famous than he—<br>Of many more gory than he—<br>And neither visits to foreign coasts,<br>Nor tonics, can ever set free<br>Two well-known Profs from the haunting wraith<br>Of the injured Andrew M'Crie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For at night, as they dream, they frequently scream,<br>'Have mercy, Mr. M'Crie!'<br>And at morn they will rise with bloodshot eyes,<br>And the very first thing they will see,<br>When they dare to descend to their coffee and rolls,<br>Sitting down by the scuttle, the scuttle of coals,<br>With a volume of notes on its knee,<br>Is the spectre of Andrew M'Crie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Fuller+Murray">Robert Fuller Murray</a><div class=q>
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It was many and many a year ago,
In a city by the sea,
That a man there lived whom I happened to know
By the name of Andrew M'Crie;
And this man he slept in another room,
But ground and had meals wi..."></div>
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