A lover of an unkind fair
Were less than man did he not moan,
“Mine is no nomad life, I swear,
It dwells in this domain alone.
Grant me thy love, like diamond chaste
On diadem, lest thou live unwooed,
Doomed in a lonely life to waste
The treasure of sweet maidenhood.”
41
The missing words are bared, beard, debar, bread.
42
THE PAUPER’S PLAINT
Pale penury that rivest social bands,
And any link that rivets worth to fame,
Take ye the blame for my inactive hands,
I strive in vain to build upon the sands,
Without a stiver, who can make a name?
43
Mr Backslide, afflicted with weakness of mind,
Cantered over to Lushington’s inn, where he dined.
He recanted the pledge he had taken as handy,
And emptied forthwith a decanter of brandy.