Would not succeed.           

             But come no longer here to flout us,           

             Since, truly, thou canst do without us;           

             For dignity is lost in sport,           

             An outlaw for contempt of court;           

             We banish thee with all thy pride           

             Until thy heart be rarified."           

                        

            

            

       XIX.     

       ABSENCE.     

 Written in Derbyshire, by the same Friend. 

             When recollection brings to mind,           

             The kindred ties I've left behind,           

             The converse gentle and refin'd,           

             I grieve!           

                        

             Deep the regret, the pain extreme,           

             And yet I fondly love the dream,           

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