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Show "THE BHAVE OLD WAY." I Mr risk all for on warm kUi; I say 'twere Ix-tter nk the fell, Like Koine", to venture all. Ajd boldly climb to deadly bHse. I like that ava?a. Sabine way; - What mifchty luinatral Came of it I 1hir oigi are ringing to this day, i The Vvet ever auiif or writ. Their loves the love of Juliet, Of Poria, Dendemona, Tea, ! The old tme love are living yet; And we, we lore, we weep, we lgh la lore with love that will not die. Then take her, loTer, sword in hand. Hot-blooded and red-handed; elaap Her iudd-u. etormy, tall and grand. And lift her in your iron grasp ! And.kias her, kie her till the cries From keen, tweet, happy, killing pain. Aye, kits her till she seeming (Ue; Aye, Ids her till iha dies, and then, Why, kits her back to life again! JOAQUIN MILLER. |