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Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor night stays these couriers
from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.
Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor night stays these couriers
from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.
Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose,
That well-known name awakens all my woes.
Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose,
That well-known name awakens all my woes.
A strange volume of real life in the daily packet of the postman.
Eternal love and instant payment!
A strange volume of real life in the daily packet of the postman.
Eternal love and instant payment!
Messenger of sympathy and love,
Servant of parted friends,
Consoler of the lonely,
Bond read more
Messenger of sympathy and love,
Servant of parted friends,
Consoler of the lonely,
Bond of the scattered family,
Enlarger of the common life.
And he wrote in the king Ahasuerus' name, and sealed it with the
king's ring, and sent letters by read more
And he wrote in the king Ahasuerus' name, and sealed it with the
king's ring, and sent letters by posts on horseback, and riders
on mules, camels, and young dromedaries: . . . .
So the posts that rode upon mules and camels went out, being
hastened and pressed on by the king's commandment. And the
decrees was given at Shushan the palace.
He whistles as he goes, light-hearted wretch,
Cold and yet cheerful; messenger of grief
Perhaps to thousands, read more
He whistles as he goes, light-hearted wretch,
Cold and yet cheerful; messenger of grief
Perhaps to thousands, and of joy to some.
An exquisite invention this,
Worthy of Love's most honeyed kiss,--
This art of writing billet-doux--
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An exquisite invention this,
Worthy of Love's most honeyed kiss,--
This art of writing billet-doux--
In buds, and odors, and bright hues!
In saying all one feels and thinks
In clever daffodils and pinks;
In puns of tulips; and in phrases,
Charming for their truth, of daisies.
Line after line my gushing eye o'erflow,
Led thro' a said variety of woe:
Now warm in read more
Line after line my gushing eye o'erflow,
Led thro' a said variety of woe:
Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom,
Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!
The welcome news is in the letter found;
The carrier's not commission'd to expound;
It speaks itself, read more
The welcome news is in the letter found;
The carrier's not commission'd to expound;
It speaks itself, and what it does contain,
In all things needful to be known is plain.
