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When a man hath no freedom to fight for at home,

Let him combat for that of his neigh

bors;

Let him think of the glories of Greece and of Rome,

And get knocked on the head for his labors.

To do good to mankind is the chivalrous

plan,

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And is always as nobly requited; Then battle for freedom wherever you

can,

And, if not shot or hanged, you'll get knighted.

ON THIS DAY I COMPLETE MY THIRTY-SIXTH YEAR

(1824)

'Tis time this heart should be unmoved,
Since others it hath ceased to move:
Yet, though I cannot be beloved,
Still let me love!

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My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of love are gone;
The worm, the canker, and the grief
Are mine alone!

The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle; No torch is kindled at its blaze A funeral pile.

The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain. And power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain.

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But 'tis not thus and 'tis not here Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor