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 JOHN SWINNERTON PHILLIMORE

Dreams without sleep,

And sleep too clear for dreaming and too deep; And Quiet very large and manifold

About me roll'd; Satiety, that momentary flower,

Stretch'd to an hour. These are her gifts which all mankind may use,

And all refuse.

��GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON pjo The Rolling English Road

BEFORE the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode, The rolling Englibh drunkard made the rolling English road.

A reeling road, a rolling road, that rambles round the shire, And after him the parson ran, the sexton ancl the squire; A merry road, a ma?y road, and such as we did tread The night we went to Birmingham by way of Bcachy Head.

I knew no harm of Bonaparte and plenty of the Squire, And for to fight the Frenchman I did not much desire; But I did bash their baggonets because they came array'd To straighten out the crooked road an English drunkard

made, Where you and I went down the lane with ale-mugs in our

hands, The night we went to Glastonbury by way of Goodwin

Sands.

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