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A bought commission, a waxen face,
A rabbit mouth that is ever agape -
Bought? what is it he cannot buy?
And therefore splenetic, personal, base,
Sick, sick to the heart of life, am I.


Last week came one to the county town,

To preach our poor little army down,

And play the game of the despot kings,

Tho' the state has done it and thrice as well: This broad-brimm'd hawker of holy things, Whose ear is stuft with his cotton, and rings Even in dreams to the chink of his pence, This huckster put down war! can he tell Whether war be a cause or a consequence ? Put down the passions that make earth Hell!

Down with ambition, avarice, pride,

Jealousy, down! cut off from the mind

The bitter springs of anger and fear;

Down too, down at your own fireside,

With the evil tongue and the evil ear,

For each is at war with mankind.


Ah God, for a man with heart, head, hand,

Like some of the simple great ones gone

For ever and ever by,

One still strong man in a blatant land,
Whatever they call him, what care I,

Aristocrat, democrat, autocrat- one

Who can rule and dare not lie.



O LET the solid ground

Not fail beneath my feet

Before my life has found

What some have found so sweet;

Then let come what come may,

What matter if I go mad,

I shall have had my day.


Let the sweet heavens endure,

Not close and darken above me

Before I am quite quite sure

That there is one to love me

Then let come what come may

To a life that has been so sad,

I shall have had my day.



BIRDS in the high Hall-garden

When twilight was falling,

Maud, Maud, Maud, Maud,

They were crying and calling


Where was Maud? in our wood;

And I, who else, was with her,

Gathering woodland lilies,

Myriads blow together.


Birds in our wood sang

Ringing thro' the valleys,

Maud is here, here, here

In among the lilies.

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