。，I held the village lily cheap,
。，Why, to make a slide for a couple of fools.
XII。，But he's the cock of clay:
So, over the hills we'll bound, old hound,。，III
Warriors of the Golden Torque。，Already I shuddered to feel the wave,
You jolly old cot! though you don't own coal:。，Bright burns the Head of Bran the Blest.
All through me he fiddled a wolfish desire。，IV
Of their broad flat leaves hung swaying.。，
And I with their fury was glowing,。，And sighed for my village lily.
An organ song of its upper springs.。，The moon mounts up, the night is late:
She leans into his arms; she lets。，XV
'Twas Adrian! loud his old laughter dinned;。，And mine was the foot to falter;
I needn't pay half my victuals for you.。，VII
I'M nearly splitting,。，If you're not given, I said, to gluttony.
O, but the heart in my side is ill,。，Who won't let the goods o' this world pass free.
，Now they'll miss us at our stations:。，But over the hills we'll bound, old hound,