TO THE DARK TOWER CAME."
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10.
So on I went. I think I never saw
Such starved ignoble nature; nothing throve:
For flowers as well expect a cedar grove!
But cockle, spurge, according to their law
Might propagate their kind, with none to awe,
You'd think: a burr had been a treasure-trove.
So on I went. I think I never saw
Such starved ignoble nature; nothing throve:
For flowers as well expect a cedar grove!
But cockle, spurge, according to their law
Might propagate their kind, with none to awe,
You'd think: a burr had been a treasure-trove.
11.
No! penury, inertness, and grimace,
In some strange sort, were the land's portion. "See
Or shut your eyes"—said Nature peevishly—
"It nothing skills: I cannot help my case:
The Judgment's fire alone can cure this place,
Calcine its clods and set my prisoners free."
No! penury, inertness, and grimace,
In some strange sort, were the land's portion. "See
Or shut your eyes"—said Nature peevishly—
"It nothing skills: I cannot help my case:
The Judgment's fire alone can cure this place,
Calcine its clods and set my prisoners free."
12.
If there pushed any ragged thistle-stalk
Above its mates, the head was chopped—the bents
If there pushed any ragged thistle-stalk
Above its mates, the head was chopped—the bents
