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The Works of Thomas Love Peacock (3); Poetry. Miscellanies. Four Ages of Poetry. Horę Dramaticę, No. 1-3 . Shelley. Shelley Letters
The Works of Thomas Love Peacock Poetry Miscellanies Four Ages of Poetry Hor Dramatic No 13 Shelley Shelley Letters - 3 Author:Thomas Love Peacock Volume: 3 General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1875 Original Publisher: R. Bentley and Son Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com... more » where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: A MOOD OF MY OWN MIND, OCCURRING DURING A GALE OF WIND AT MIDNIGHT, WHILE I WAS WRITING A PAPER ON THE CURRENCY, BY THE LIGHT OP TWO MOULD CANDLES. By W. W., Esq., Distributor of Stamps. "Quid distent aera lupinia ?" -- Hor. Much grieved am I in spirit by the news of this day's post, Which tells me of the devil to pay with the paper money host: 'Tis feared that out of all their mass of promises to pay, The devil alone will get his due : he'll take them at his day. I have a pleasant little nook secured from colds and damps, From whence to paper money men I serve out many stamps; From thence a fair per-centage gilds my dwelling in the glen; And therefore do I sympathize with the paper money men. I muse, I muse, for much this news my spirit doth perplex, But whilst I muse I can't refuse a pint of double X, Which Mrs W. brings to me, which she herself did brew, Oh ! doubly sweet is double X from Mistress double U. The storm is on the mountain side, the wind is all around; It sweeps across the lake and vale, it makes a mighty sound ; A rushing sound, that makes me think of what I've heard at sea, " The devil in a gale of wind is as busy as a bee." I fear the devil is busy now with the paper money men : I listen to the tempest's roar through mountain pass and glen; I hear amid the eddying blast a sound among the hills, Which to my fancy seems the sound of bursting paper mills. William Wordsworth. A money-grinding paper mill blows up with such a sound, As shakes the green geese from their nests for many mil...« less