Poem by Thomas Love Peacock

Duet

Milestone:

All my troubles disappear,
When the dinner-bell I hear,
Over woodland, dale, and fell,
Swinging slow with solemn swell,---
The dinner-bell! the dinner-bell!


Hippy:

What can bid my heart-ache fly?
What can bid my heart-ache die?
What can all the ills dispel,
In my morbid frame that dwell?
The dinner-bell! the dinner-bell!


Both:

Hark!---along the tangled ground,
Loudly floats the pleasing sound!
Sportive Fauns to Dryads tell,
'Tis the cheerful dinner-bell!
The dinner-bell! the dinner-bell! 

1. The Round Table or, King Arthur's Feast
2. Instead of Sitting Wrapped up in Flannel
3. Life's Uncertain Day
4. I Dug, Beneath the Cypress Shade
5. The Rain-bow

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