Christ’s work were common. I had died for him.
In fact, to shield the rogue, I just escap’d
That very fate a score of times or more,
Bluft, bruis’d, and battling for him on the green.
IV.
Our love kept warm until our school-day-sun
Had set; and afterwards the smouldering fires
Were fed by letters, and rekindl’d oft
By friction of a frequent intercourse
Through visits in vacations; then, for years,