And my heart was heavy loaded with a sorrow which
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`corroded, And my expletives exploded with a deep and muffled roar; But a sudden inspiration checked the clammy perspiration That 'till now, without cessation, streaming ran from every pore, And what checked the perspiration that ran streaming from ``each pore ```Was a thought, and nothing more.= In my pocket was a shilling! Could that giant form be ``willing, Tempted by the hope of swilling beer, to set me free once ``more? Tempted by the lust of riches, and the silver shilling ``which is In the pocket in my breeches, and my liberty restore? Hastily that garment searching, from its depths I fiercely tore ```But a 'Bob,' and nothing more.= Wrenched it from my trousers' pocket, While his eye within the socket gleamed and sparkled like a ``rocket, ```Grimly rolled, and gloated o'er, Glared upon me--vainly mining in my pockets' depths-- ``repining
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