"
"And would'st thou wish," the monarch cried,
"To set our gentle laws aside?
Thou hast no friend in Common Sense,
In such affairs she thinks it wisest,
To stand aside without pretence,
And sanction laws which thou despisest.
But try the plan, it merits praise,
Success may crown its winning ways!
The lady must be blind indeed,
With whom such offers of neglect,
And cool, habitual disrespect
Would not succeed.
But come no longer here to flout us,
Since, truly, thou canst do without us;
For dignity is lost in sport,
An outlaw for contempt of court;
We banish thee with all thy pride
Until thy heart be rarified."
XIX.
ABSENCE.
_Written in Derbyshire, by the same Friend._
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When recollection brings to mind,
The kindred ties I've left behind,
The converse gentle and refin'd,
I grieve!
Deep the regret, the pain extreme,
And yet I fondly love the dream,
And find the sad, delightful theme
Relieve.
It bids all present forms decay,
All present feelings fade away;
Impeding distance, long delay
Are o'er!
Fancy, so active in the gloom,
Till some one enters in the room,
Can all the images of home
Restore.
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