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49684	Cholmondeley-Pennell, H. (Henry)	Puck on Pegasus Fourth Edition			.txt	text/plain	14418	1723	94	For the Night Mail North, old man?-From her lips like roses snow-fill'd, Nor turn thy face away; steepnesse, and right slipperie withal; wherepon in gaye timet, ye youths and ye maidens of that towne do exceedingly disport themselvet and take their pleasaunce; runnynge both uppe and downe with great glee and to the much endangerment of their fair nekkes."_ Where the spiders look like asses, And the asses grow like men,-Their voices come faint thro' the shade, He fell like a trump in the foremost place-How she look'd up like an angel, (I can see her figure still!) Follow far on the direction of her little dove-like hand." Like lightning thro' the gath'ring gloom Like sun-light thro' a tunnel; And the light has a quivering gleam, like fear, all the poems, we like best the _Night Mail North_, which has a singular	./cache/49684.txt	./txt/49684.txt