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Why, he can heel the lavolt, and wind a fiery barb, as well as any gallant in Christendom. He’s the very pink and mirror of accomplishment.

Fair star of beauty's heaven! to call thee mine, All other joys I joyously would yield; My knightly crest, my bounding barb resign, For the poor shepherd's crook and daisied field; For courts or camps no wish my soul would prove, So thou wouldst live with me, and be my love! 's Poems.

For thy dear love my weary soul hath grown Heedless of youthful sports: I seek no more Or joyous dance, or music's thrilling tone, Or joys that once could charm in minstrel lore, Or knightly tilt where steel-clad champions meet, Borne on impetuous barbs to bleed at beauty's feet. 's Sonnets.

As a warrior clad In sable arms, like chaos dull and sad, But mounted on a barb as white As the fresh new-born light,— So the black night too soon Came riding on the bright and silver moon, Whose radiant heavenly ark Made all the clouds, beyond her influence, seem E'en more than doubly dark, Mourning, all widow'd of her glorious beam. .