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Uprouse, up-rowz′, v.t. to rouse up.

Mother, uprouse thee! many bitter arrows Out of one bosom gather, and for ever Pray for one resting in a chilly forest Under an oak tree.

But why was there absent from the harmonious list so appropriate a glee as Sir Henry Bishop's:— "Uprouse ye then, My merry merry men, It is our opening day!"

He tells of scorn, he tells of broken vows, ��Of sleepless nights, of anguish-ridden days, Pangs that his sensibility uprouse ��To curse his being and his thirst for praise.

Oh! hear the plaint by thy sad favourite made, ��His melancholy moan, He tells of scorn, he tells of broken vows, ��Of sleepless nights, of anguish-ridden days, Pangs that his sensibility uprouse ��To curse his being and his thirst for praise.