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my friend and fellow-student, I would lean my spirit o'er you: Down the purple of this chamber, tears should scarcely run at will: I am humbled who was humble! Friend,—I bow my head before you! You should lead me to my peasants!—but their faces are too still.

There's a lady,—an earl's daughter; she is proud and she is noble And she treads the crimson carpet, and she breathes the perfumed air;