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MY BOOTS by HENRY DAVID THOREAU

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First Line: ANON WITH GAPING FEARLESSNESS THEY QUAFF
Last Line: RATHER RUBBED IN THAN OFF.
Subject(s): SHOES; BOOTS; SNEAKERS; SHOEMAKERS;

Anon with gaping fearlessness they quaff
The dewy nectar with a natural thirst,
Or wet their leathern lungs where cranberries lurk,
With sweeter wine than Chian, Lesbian, or Falernian far.
Theirs was the inward lustre that bespeaks
An open sole -- unknowing to exclude
The cheerful day -- a worthier glory far
Than that which gilds the outmost rind with darkness visible --
Virtues that fast abide through lapse of years,
Rather rubbed in than off.



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