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AYLMER’S FIELD.
 At which, like one that sees his own excess,And easily forgives it as his own,He laugh'd; and then was mute; but presentlyWept like a storm: and honest Averill seeingHow low his brother's mood had fallen, fetch'dHis richest beeswing from a binn reservedFor banquets, praised the waning red, and toldThe vintage—when this Aylmer came of age—Then drank and past it; till at length the two,Tho' Leolin flamed and fell again, agreedThat much allowance must be made for men.After an angry dream this kindlier glowFaded with morning, but his purpose held.
 Yet once by night again the lovers met,A perilous meeting under the tall pinesThat darken'd all the northward of her Hall.Him, to her meek and modest bosom prestIn agony, she promised that no force,Persuasion, no, nor death could alter her:
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