[73] This is a favourite figure. In Poem xlix., stanza 1, we read,
“Like light in many a shiver’d lance
That breaks about the dappled pools.”
“This holly by the cottage-eave,
To-night, ungather’d, shall it stand.”
Changed in later editions to
“To-night ungather’d let us leave
This laurel, let this holly stand.”
“Use and Wont,
Old sisters of a day gone by.
They too will die.”—Poem xxix.
[76] “Ligna super foco large reponens.” Thackeray sang,
“Care, like a dun,
Lurks at the gate,
Let the dog wait!
Happy we’ll be.
Drink every one.
Pile up the coals,
Fill the red bowls,
Round the old tree.”