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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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