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The Skylark Replies to Wordsworth
                 (As it might have appeared to Byron)
1Ephemeral minstrel, staring at the sky,
2   Dost thou despise the earth where wrongs abound,
3Or, eyeing me, hast thou the other eye
4   Still on the Court, with pay-day coming round,
5That pension that could bring thee down at will
6Those rebel wings composed, that protest still?
7Past the trace of meaning and beyond
8   Mount, darling babbler, that pay-prompted strain
9'Twixt thee and Kings a never-failing bond
10   Swells not the less their carnage o'er the plain.
11Type of the wise, who drill but never fight,
12True to the kindred points of Might and Right.