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ROBERT BROWNING.

He should smile "She never seemed
"Mine before.

IX.

"What, she felt the while,

"Must I think?
"Love's so different with us men!"
He should smile:
"Dying for my sake—
"White and pink!
"Can't we touch these bubbles then
"But they break?"

X.

Dear, the pang is brief,

Do thy part,
Have thy pleasure!How perplexed
Grows belief!
Well, this cold clay clod
Was man's heart:
Crumble it, and what comes next?
Is it God?

1896 Edition.

ROBERT BURNS.

I.

O, WERT thou in the cauld blast

On yonder lea, on yonder lea,
My plaidie to the angry airt,
I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee.

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