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For ivy climbs the crumbling hall To decorate decay.

That headlong ivy! not a leaf will grow But thinking of a wreath, . . . I like such ivy; bold to leap a height 'Twas strong to climb! as good to grow on graves As twist about a thyrsus; pretty too when twisted round a comb.

Wall must get the weather stain Before they grow the ivy.

The rugged trees are mingling Their flowery sprays in love; The ivy climbs the laurel To clasp the boughs above.

As creeping ivy clings to wood or stone, And hides the ruin that it feeds upon.

Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green, That creepeth o'er ruins old! Of right choice food are his meals I ween, In his cell so lone and cold. . . . . Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the ivy green.

Direct The clasping ivy where to climb.

On my velvet couch reclining, Ivy leaves my brow entwining, While my soul expands with glee, What are kings and crowns to me?

Bring, bring the madding Bay, the drunken wine; The creeping, dirty, courtly Ivy join.

Where round some mould'ring tow'r pale ivy creeps, And low-brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps.

Round broken columns clasping ivy twin'd.