Inept Quotation’s Artificial Aid
It was a friar of orders gray,
And he stoppeth one of three:
I chanced to see at break of day
That not impossible She.
And he stoppeth one of three:
I chanced to see at break of day
That not impossible She.
“I was with Grant—” the stranger said—
By the nine gods he swore—
For here, forlorn and lost I tread
Beside a human door.
By the nine gods he swore—
For here, forlorn and lost I tread
Beside a human door.
Stay, lady, stay for mercy’s sake!
How glazed each weary eye!
And could I ever keep awake
Till a’ the seas gang dry?
How glazed each weary eye!
And could I ever keep awake
Till a’ the seas gang dry?
Love still hath something of the sea,
In the first sweet sleep of night;
Whate’er the years may bring to me,
Fond mem’ry brings the light.
In the first sweet sleep of night;
Whate’er the years may bring to me,
Fond mem’ry brings the light.
I hear a voice you cannot hear,
Beside the Springs of Dove;
And she is grown so dear, so dear,
She never told her love.
Beside the Springs of Dove;
And she is grown so dear, so dear,
She never told her love.
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