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Thomas Hood
(1799–1845)
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According to metaphysical creed
G
Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold!
I
I remember, I remember
M
Miss Kilmansegg took off her leg
N
No!
Now the Precious Leg while cash was flush
O
Of all the spirits of evil fame
One more Unfortunate
Our youth! our childhood! that spring of springs!
S
Supposing the Trunk and Limbs of Man
T
The horse that carried Miss Kilmansegg
The moon—the moon, so silver and cold
The stars are with the voyager
The swallow with summer
Though Shakspeare asks us, “What’s in a name?”
Tis a stern and startling thing to think
To gratify stern ambition’s whims
To trace the Kilmansegg pedigree
Twas in that mellow season of the year
Twas in the prime of summer-time
Twas morn—a most auspicious one!
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When leaving Eden’s happy land
Who hath not met with home-made bread
With fingers weary and worn