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AYLMER’S FIELD.
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The tented winter-field was broken upInto that phalanx of the summer spearsThat soon should wear the garland; there againWhen burr and bine were gather'd; lastly thereAt Christmas; ever welcome at the Hall,On whose dull sameness his full tide of youthBroke with a phosphorescence cheering evenMy lady; and the Baronet yet had laidNo bar between them: dull and self-involved,Tall and erect, but bending from his heightWith half-allowing smiles for all the world,And mighty courteous in the main—his prideLay deeper than to wear it as his ring—He, like an Aylmer in his Aylmerism,Would care no more for Leolin's walking with herThan for his old Newfoundland's, when they ranTo loose him at the stables, for he roseTwofooted at the limit of his chain,Roaring to make a third: and how should Love,Whom the cross-lightnings of four chance-met eyes
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