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MEASURES OF VERSE. 35
There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall a while repair, And dwell, a weeping hermit there.
Some have been beaten till they know What wood a cudgel's of by th' blow, Some kicked until they can feel wheth | er A shoe be Spanish or neat's leath | er.
So find I every pleasant spot
In which we two were wont to meet, The field, the chamber, and the street,
For all is dark where thou art not.
Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring happy bells across the snow ; The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Tennyson. " In Memoriam."
Of the Ballad metre, the following examples will suffice:
They followed from the snowy bank
Those footmarks one by one, Into the middle of the plankó
And further there was none.
I am the Rider of the wind,
The Stirrer of the storm ; The hurricane I left behind
Is yet with lightning warm.