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"The underground
Are, as the dead prefer them,
Always tortuous
""When he looked the cave in the eye,

Little shadows, little
Dancing on the chamber wall,
While I sit beside the
Where the red flames rise and fall

Be my mistress short or tall And distorted therewithall Be she likewise one of those That an acre hath of nose Be her teeth ill hung or set And her grinders black as jet Be her cheeks so shallow too As to show her tongue wag through Hath she thin ...

I love, not just those
I knew back then,
But those
Who were young

Swallow, swallow, neighbor swallow,
Starting on your autumn flight,
Pause a moment at my window,
Twitter softly your good-night;

From our happy
Through the world we
One week in all the year,
Making winter

ED one and twenty Ling'ring year at last has flown,
Pomp and pleasure, pride and plenty Great Sir John, are all your own
Loosen'd from the minor's tether,
Free to mortgage or to sell,

Mountains
I whip my swift horse, glued to my saddle
I turn my head startled,
The sky is three foot above me