Barry Pain Poems

I. (Macauley, who made it):

Pour, varlet, pour the water,
The water steaming hot!
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Led by Wilhelm, as you tell,
God has done extremely well;
You with patronizing nod
Show that you approve of God.
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The lilies lie in my lady's bower,
(Oh! weary mother, drive the cows to roost;)
They faintly droop for a little hour;
My lady's head droops like a flower.
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What lightning shall light it? What thunder shall tell it?
in the height of the height, in the depth of the deep?
Shall the sea-storm declare it, or paint it, or smell it?
Shall the price of a slave be its treasure to keep?
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