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ix.
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,

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;