LADY Clara Vere de Vere, bannulI
Of me you shall no
not win renown:
You thought to break a country heart
For pastime, ere you went to town.
At me you smiled, but unbeguiled 42
I saw the snare, and I retired:
The daughter of a hundred Earls,
You are not one to be desired.

Lady Clara Vere de

I know you proud to bear your name,
Your pride is yet no mate for mine,

Too proud to care from whence I came.
Nor would I break for your sweet sake
A heart that doats on truer charms.
A simple maiden in her flower mƆ
Is worth a hundred coats-of-arms.

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Lady Clara Vere de Vere,

Some meeker pupil you must find,
For were you queen of all that is, W
I could not stoop to such a mind.
You sought to prove how I could love,
And my disdain is my reply.onH
The lion on your old stone gates nol
Is not more cold to you than I.

Lady Clara Vere de Vere, and thro'awoH
You put strange memories in my head.
Not thrice your branching limes have blown
Since I beheld young Laurence dead.
Oh your sweet eyes, your low replies:
A great enchantress you may be;
But there was that across his throat
Which you had hardly cared to see.

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Lady Clara Vere de Vere,inad gaivolg ni
When thus he met his mother's view,

you.

She had the passions of her kind,
She spake some certain truths of
Indeed I heard one bitter word
That scarce is fit for you to hear;
Her manners had not that repose

Which stamps the caste of Vere de Vere.

Tooy quede good yas

Lady Clara Vere de Vere,

There stands a spectre in your hall:
The guilt of blood is at your door:
You changed a wholesome heart to gall.
You held your course without remorse,
To make him trust his modest worth,
And, last, you fix'd a vacant stare,

And slew him with your noble birth.

Trust me, Clara Vere de Vere, Lawamazon
From yon blue heavens above us bent!
The grand old gardener and his wifeed I
Smile at the claims of long descent. 919W

Lady Clara
Vere de
Vere

Lady Clara

Vere de
Vere

Howe'er it be, it seems to me,

"Tis only noble to be good. und vol Kind hearts are more than coronets,le JoM And simple faith than Norman blood.

I know you, Clare Vere de Vere,
You pine among your halls and towers:
The languid light of your proud eyes

Is wearied of the rolling hours.
In glowing health, with boundless wealth,
But sickening of a vague disease,

You know so ill to deal with time,

You needs must play such pranks as these. brow amid 900 Dised I Lebal

Clara, Clara Vere de Vere,

If Time be heavy on your hands,
Are there no beggars at your gate,

Nor any poor about your lands?
Oh! teach the orphan-boy to read,
Or teach the orphan-girl to
Draven for a human heart,

Pray

And let the foolish yeoman go. OY

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O BLACKBIRD! sing me something well: T
While all the neighbours shoot thee round,
I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground, erT
Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwelk

The espaliers and the standards all

Are thine; the range of lawn and park :.
The unnetted black-hearts ripen dark,
All thine, against the garden wall.se

Yet, tho' I spared thee all the spring,on 77
Thy sole delight is, sitting still,
With that gold dagger of thy bill
To fret the summer jenneting.

A golden bill! the silver tongue,

Cold February loved, is dry; bos smit du H
Plenty corrupts the melody

That made thee famous once, when young gon

And in the sultry garden-squares,

Now thy flute-notes are changed to coarse, A
I hear thee not at all, or hoarse
As when a hawker hawks his

his wares,woll 'c!T

Take warning! he that will not sing

While yon sun prospers in the blue, body Shall sing for want, ere leaves are new, Caught in the frozen palms of Spring.

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You ask me, why, tho' ill at ease,
Within this region I subsist,
Whose spirits falter in the mist,
And languish for the purple seas?

It is the land that freemen till,

That sober-suited Freedom chose,

LavodA

The Blackbird

You ask me why

The land, where girt with friends or foes A man may speak the thing he will;idi stA dish asgh ensu-loold bebonnu enT A land of settled government, nings Caldo HA A land of just and old renown,

Where Freedom broadens slowly down?
From precedent to precedent gilob sloe vdT
Hid yds to asggah blog sedi dii W

Where faction seldom gathers head, or want of
But by degrees to fullness wrought,

The strength of some diffusive thought A
Hath time and space to work and spread.

vholom 9di alqumos vimli

Should banded unions persecute si obšui îouT
Opinion, and induce a time

When single thought is civil crime, buA And individual freedom mute; otult vas wok sewod to is to ton seda med I

Tho' Power should make from land to land-A
The name of Britain trebly great-

Tho' every

very channel of the State w T Should fill and choke with golden sand

Yet waft me from the harbour-mouth,
Wild wind! I seek a warmer sky,
And I will see before I die
The palms and temples of the South.

„sers de lli fort qdw on olen voŸ

¿Jaim sdu ni 193let winige seodW

Of old sat Freedom on the heights, wgnal baA
The thunders breaking at her feet:

Above her shook the starry lightsl sdi al 11
She heard the torrents meet.