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To quite as many more--'twas not his He cared for his enjoyment--not for fame. He soon became q man du bel esprit Among the Iadies--he adered their eyes, Their shape, ct oetera -0ut never he Became aaaerer-that they despise- They scorn the fatterer-love the flat

 teTy-- His naiyete struck them--he was quite a

 prize, He was so odd, original, antique, His face 50 finely oval, and So Greek. His eyes too--warm with all the southern

 flame, But with certain melancholy cast, That went their fiery Yividness to tame-- Yet black and ddeep-ofiustre that surpass- Italian orbs--his blood that went and

 came Like bright shadow from his spirits vast, And bis imperfect utteTance of our tongue, Where to our harsh words southern soft

 ness clung. If mine's to be a moral sort of muse, 1 must pass by Of intrigues some half do-

  It would have hurt Ayunta to refuse, And sooth to say his heart had ne'er been And once when puzzled sadly which to

 choose, The lovely Emma, or her pretty cousin, Vowed his devotion and his love to both, By sigh and glance--if not by word and

 oath. And, common folly, ere youth has been Amid the herd--and while the heart is

 green, And while the fire which scorches at the

 end, Is yet its life, it's light, its sunbright sheen, lie fancied that he had one changeless

 friend, 4 brother of the soul on whom 10 lean, Thro' veal and woe till death---and sooth

 to say, AlPhoaso was nc ohapgeling of day. Light to the world, tickle and cbangeable-- A deep, strong current ran beneath the

 foam A scorn of earth and all it loves 90 well--- A knowledge scanned from many a ponder

 

 But dark at titnes---and terrible in gloom, Yet mostly quiet and unhistorionie--- No starts, no frowns--no mania Byronic. And, for nought extenuate---he was h creeds and systems something scepti It is dangerous fashon---and doth cause The gentle world in vengeance dire to

 fail--- He that hath broken Gods and nature's

 laws, Is easier pardoaed than the spirit tall, That dares against system to rebel, A creed dlsoWn---the sceptie handful swell. Twas this that slew the pious Socrates Placed Calico in felon's celI--- Scattered Seryetas's ashes on the breeze Bars universalist and infdel, in our free land, from being witnesses--- Made 0rigen a morsel fit for hell, Doomed by council exeommunicate, Reformer's common, enYiable state.

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