Crotchet-and-quaver pertness—brushing bars
Aside and filling vacant sky with stars
Hidden till now that day return to night.
XVI
Nor night nor day: one purpose move us both,
Be thy mood mine! As thou wast minded, Man 's
The cause our music champions: I were loth
To think we cheered our troop to Preston Pans
Ignobly: back to times of England's best!
Parliament stands for privilege—life and limb