Living
I Do Not Think That Praises Ever
From Works and Life, ed. Forster, vol. VIII (1876)
Living
I do not think that praises ever
Derange a sound and healthy liver,
Altho' they get into the head
Of some who are too highly fed;
A hungry mountain swain meanwhile
From bitter crust o'erflows with bile.
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Landor, Walter Savage. “I Do Not Think That Praises Ever.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/959/.
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Landor, Walter Savage. “I Do Not Think That Praises Ever.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/959/.
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