Poem by Alfred Austin

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`Covet who will the patronage of Kings,
And pompous titles Emperors bestow,
Splendour, and revelry, and all that brings
A thousand bitter thoughts, a world of woe:
A meadow glistening in an April shower,
A green-banked rivulet, and, near his nest,
A blackbird carolling in guelder bower,
'Tis these that soothe and satisfy the breast.' 

1. Nocturnal Vigils
2. The Wind Speaks
3. When Runnels Began to Leap and Sing
4. Aspromonte
5. To Robert Louis Stevenson

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