'Bibber besotted, with scowl of a cur, having heart of a deer, thou!
Never to join to thy warriors armed for the press of the conflict,
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How smiles he at a generation ranked
In gloomy noddings over life! They pass.
Not he to feed upon a breast unthanked,
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Of me and of my theme think what thou wilt:
The song of gladness one straight bolt can check.
But I have never stood at Fortune's beck:
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Like to some deep-chested organ whose grand inspiration,
Serenely majestic in utterance, lofty and calm,
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A breath of the mountains, fresh born in the regions majestic,
That look with their eye-daring summits deep into the sky.
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'Heigh me! brazen of front, thou glutton for plunder, how can one,
Servant here to thy mandates, heed thee among our
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Maimed, beggared, grey; seeking an alms; with nod
Of palsy doing task of thanks for bread;
Upon the stature of a God,
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The hundred years have passed, and he
Whose name appeased a nation's fears,
As with a hand laid over sea;
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A brook glancing under green leaves, self-delighting, exulting,
And full of a gurgling melody ever renewed -
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She yields: my Lady in her noblest mood
Has yielded: she, my golden-crownèd rose!
The bride of every sense! more sweet than those
Who breathe the violet breath of maidenhood.
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