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'And Ireland, like a bastinadoed elephant, kneeling to receive the paltry rider.'-CURRAN.

[This satire was sent in a letter to Moore (September 17, 1821), then in Paris, with the comment: The enclosed lines, as you will directly perceive, are written by the Rev. W. L. Bowles. Of course, it is for him to deny them, if they are not.' Mr. E. H. Coleridge explains that the word "Avatar" is not only applied ironically to George IV. as the "Messiah of Royalty," but metaphorically to the poem, which would descend in the Capacity of Preserver." The occasion of the satire was an attack on Moore in John Bull, and the servility of the Irish when George IV. entered Dublin in triumph within ten days of the death of Queen Caroline.']

ERE the daughter of Brunswick is cold in her grave,

And her ashes still float to their home

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Oh! thou, my sad and solitary Pillow! Send me kind dreams to keep my heart from breaking,

In return for the tears I shed upon thee

waking;

I am ashes where once I was fire,
And the bard in my bosom is dead;
What I loved I now merely admire,
And my heart is as grey as my head.

Let me not die till he comes back o'er My life is not dated by years;

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[In Lady Blessington's Conversations with Lord Byron these lines are thus introduced : 'I will give you some stanzas I wrote yesterday (said Byron); they are as simple as even Wordsworth himself could write, and would do for music."]

BUT once I dared to lift my eyes,
To lift my eyes to thee;
And, since that day, beneath the skies,
No other sight they see.

In vain sleep shuts them in the night,
The night grows day to me,
Presenting idly to my sight
What still a dream must be.

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There are moments which act as a plough; And there is not a furrow appears

But is deep in my soul as my brow.

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[First published in the Edition of 1901 from a manuscript in the possession of the Lady Dorchester.]

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[LOVE AND DEATH]

[First published in Murray's Magazine, February, 1887.]

I WATCH'D thee when the foe was at our
side,
Ready to strike at him- or thee and me,
Were safety hopeless - rather than divide
Aught with one loved save love and lib-

erty.

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