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TO MARY BOYLE
ix.
For lowly minds were madden'd to the height
By tonguester tricks,
And once—I well remember that red night
When thirty ricks,
For lowly minds were madden'd to the height
By tonguester tricks,
And once—I well remember that red night
When thirty ricks,
x.
All flaming, made an English homestead Hell—
These hands of mine
Have helpt to pass a bucket from the well
Along the line,
All flaming, made an English homestead Hell—
These hands of mine
Have helpt to pass a bucket from the well
Along the line,
xi.
When this bare dome had not begun to gleam
Thro' youthful curls,
And you were then a lover's fairy dream,
His girl of girls;
When this bare dome had not begun to gleam
Thro' youthful curls,
And you were then a lover's fairy dream,
His girl of girls;