Through the noonday's dusty glare Hounds abhorred the bouV pursue; Vain alike are peace and prayer— Who from this shall save us, who ? Foreign minstrel, hid from -view, Drouing thj demnition grind, Would, ah ! would the tale were true " Out of sight is out of mind." Yet when summer meads are fair, Moors wax purple, skies are blue, Far from town its dwellers fare, Changing mood and skies anew; Care is dead as Kaikhoaru, Whistle trouble down the wind ! Threads may tangle, ntorms may brew; " Out of sight is out of mind." Then Grimalkin, lean and spare, Hungering the whole day through, Finds th' accustomed cupboard bareHuman perfidy doth rue. Many a one (though other few Board with neighbors well-inclined) Hears the quondam house pet mew " Out of sight is out of mind." Envoy. Princess, though we i-i'<<h " Adieu," Prithee constant keep and kind ! Lest, alas; I learn fiorn you " Out of flight is out of mind." —Graham B. Tomson, in the < Pall Mall Gazette, 1
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Absence., Evening Star, Issue 8048, 26 October 1889, Supplement
Absence. Evening Star, Issue 8048, 26 October 1889, Supplement
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