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The man that heweth over high,
Some chip falleth in his eye.

The man that heweth over high,
Some chip falleth in his eye.

Era of good feeling.

Era of good feeling.

Imagination is the highest kite one can fly.

Imagination is the highest kite one can fly.

I seek for one as fair and gay,
But find none to remind me,
How blest the read more

I seek for one as fair and gay,
But find none to remind me,
How blest the hours pass'd away
With the girl I left behind me.

The rise of every man he loved to trace,
Up to the very pod O!
And, in read more

The rise of every man he loved to trace,
Up to the very pod O!
And, in baboons, our parent race
Was found by old Monboddo.
Their A, B, C, he made them speak,
And learn their qui, quae, quod, O!
Till Hebrew, Latin, Welsh, and Greek
They knew as well's Monboddo!