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bore the wounds of woe: Which made him rend his milkwhite locks And tresses from his head, And all with blood bestain his cheeks, With age and honour spread. To hills and woods and watery founts He made his hourly moan, Till hills and woods and senseless things Did seem to sigh and groan. Even thus possest with discontents, He passed o'er to France, In hopes from fair Cordelia there To find some gentler chance; Most virtuous dame! which when she heard Of this her father's grief, As duty bound she quickly sent Him comfort and relief: And by a train of noble peers, In brave and gallant sort, She gave in charge he should be brought To Aganippus' court; Whose royal king with noble mind So freely gave consent To muster up his knights at arms, To fame and courage bent. And so to England came with speed, To repossess King Lear And drive his daughters from their thrones By his Cordelia dear. Where she, true-hearted noble queen, Was in the battle slain; Yet he, good king, in his old days, Possest his crown again. But when he heard Cordelia's death, Who died indeed for love Of her dear father, in whose cause She did this battle move, He swooning fell upon her breast, From whence he never parted: But on her bosom left his life, That was so truly hearted. _Old Ballad_ CXXXVI _THE BUTTERFLY AND THE SNAIL_ As in the sunshine of the morn A butterfly (but newly born) Sat proudly perking on a rose, With pert conceit his bosom glows; His wings (all glorious to behold) Bedropt with azure, jet, and gold, Wide he displays; the spangled dew Reflects his eyes and various hue. His now forgotten friend, a snail, Beneath his house, with slimy trail, Crawls o'er the grass, whom when he spies, In wrath he to the gardener cries: 'What means yon peasant's daily toil, From choking weeds to rid the soil? Why wake you to the morning's care? Why with new arts correct the year? Why grows the peach's crimson hue? And why the plum's inviting blue? Were they to feast his taste design'd, That vermin of voracious kind! Crush then the slow, the pilfering race, So purge thy garden from disgrace.' 'What
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