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So it shrilled us forth F sharp!' XI Did the conqueror spurn the creature, Once its service done? That's no such uncommon feature In the case when Music's son Finds his Lotte's power too spent For aiding soul-development. XII No! This other, on returning Homeward, prize in hand, Satisfied his bosom's yearning: (Sir, I hope you understand!) --Said 'Some record there must be Of this cricket's help to me!' XIII So, he made himself a statue: Marble stood, life-size; On the lyre, he pointed at you, Perched his partner in the prize; Never more apart you found Her, he throned, from him, she crowned. XIV That's the tale: its application? Somebody I know Hopes one day for reputation Thro' his poetry that's--oh, All so learned and so wise And deserving of a prize! XV If he gains one, will some ticket, When his statue's built, Tell the gazer ''Twas a cricket Helped my crippled lyre, whose lilt Sweet and low, when strength usurped Softness' place i' the scale, she chirped? XVI For as victory was nighest, While I sang and played-- With my lyre at lowest, highest, Right alike,--one string that made "Love" sound soft was snapt in twain, Never to be heard again,-- XVII Had not a kind cricket fluttered, Perched upon the place Vacant left, and duly uttered "Love, Love, Love," whene'er the bass Asked the treble to atone For its somewhat somber drone.' XVIII But you don't know music! Wherefore Keep on casting pearls To a--poet? All I care for Is--to tell him that a girl's 'Love' comes aptly in when gruff Grows his singing. (There, enough!) INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP I You know, we French stormed Ratisbon: A mile or so away, On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our storming-day; With neck out-thrust, you fancy how, Legs wide, arms locked behind, As if to balance the prone brow Oppressive with its mind. II Just as perhaps he mused 'My plans That soar, to earth may fall, Let once my army-leader Lannes Waver at yonder wall,'-- Out 'twixt the battery smokes there flew A rider, bound on bound Full-galloping; nor bridle drew
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