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RHYMES TO W. E. HENLEY (3) by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON

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First Line: WE DWELL IN THESE MELODIOUS DAYS
Last Line: BLOW MY FALSETTO FLAGEOLET.
Subject(s): HENLEY, WILLIAM ERNEST (1849-1903);
We dwell in these melodious days
When every author trolls his lays;
And all, except myself and you,
Must up and print the nonsense, too.
Why then, if this be so indeed,
If adamantine walls recede
And old Apollo's gardens gape
For Arry and the grinder's ape;
I too may enter in perchance
Where paralytic graces dance,
And cheering on each tottering set
Blow my falsetto flageolet.



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