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Yankee, n. In +Europe, an American. In the Northern States of our Union, a New Englander. In +the Southern States the word is unknown. (See DAMNYANK.)

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year, n. A period +of three hundred and sixty-five disappointments.

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yesterday, n. The +infancy of youth, the youth of manhood, the entire past of age.

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But yesterday I should have thought me blest
+To stand high-pinnacled upon the peak
+Of middle life and look adown the bleak
+And unfamiliar foreslope to the West,
+Where solemn shadows all the land invest
+And stilly voices, half-remembered, speak
+Unfinished prophecy, and witch-fires freak
+The haunted twilight of the Dark of Rest.
+Yea, yesterday my soul was all aflame
+To stay the shadow on the dial’s face
+At manhood’s noonmark! Now, in God His name
+I chide aloud the little interspace
+Disparting me from Certitude, and fain
+Would know the dream and vision ne’er again.

+ +

Baruch Arnegriff

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It is said that in his last illness the poet Arnegriff was attended at different times by seven +doctors.

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yoke, n. An +implement, madam, to whose Latin name, jugum, +we owe one of the most illuminating words in our language—a word that defines +the matrimonial situation with precision, point and poignancy. A thousand +apologies for withholding it.

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youth, n. The +Period of Possibility, when Archimedes finds a fulcrum, Cassandra has a +following and seven cities compete for the honor of endowing a living Homer.

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Youth is the true Saturnian Reign,
+the Golden Age on earth again,
+when figs are grown on thistles,
+and pigs betailed with whistles and,
+wearing silken bristles,
+live ever in clover,
+and clows fly over,
+delivering milk at every door,
+and Justice never is heard to snore,
+and every assassin is made a ghost
+and, howling, is cast into Baltimost!

+ +

Polydore Smith

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