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“Gaunt and gnarl’d |
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Reflecteth the silver shield this welkin aghast, |
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Crawl without this velvet-clad coffin blest. |
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The bottom sand of the hourglass is at tide, |
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´Tis and hath e’er been merry blood to pest - |
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To be adust for time longer can I not bide, |
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“Sensing this pine is as deep as the deepest chasm, |
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Hither !-cede and fulfil my phantasm! |
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Cherish me and sonorously do me laud- |
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“This tender and loving pest I to thee bequeath,“ |
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Thence swiftly wilt thou errant to ‘Neath. ” |
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Lest leer I at thee and do bewitch, |
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And the tharms fluttering claw’d and eldritch.” |
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“To conquer thee and thy blood for glore |
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Bear this torture and maim with decorum.” |
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One candle left behind(?) now, |
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Before the darkness comes… |
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“If e’er always was I this blissful and blithe“ |
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Would I resign to but its wee tithe.” |
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And to thee will I sing the lull-dull dirge; |
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Elsewise will I coerce thine consonantry to turn whist |
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So that thou canst in darkness and inferno vester, |
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For do I solely what He to me lifely saith,” |
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“Death-oh! Fair and’ guiling copesmate Death,“ |
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Be not a malais’d beggar ; claim this bloody jester!” |
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And with haste translateth gild’d black post and fast.” |
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“Anon-anon, say I!- the lid aside,“ |
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Hence the heart hale out throˋthe chest! |
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Misery thee? Rather misery me!- |
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For in Time’s durance am I naught but wee.” |
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For Dread!- thine eyes will behold a guise faugh’d.” |
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“And to me should’st thou be the humblemost knave,“ |
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Lest fear!- spit I on thy cist and grave!- |
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Art thou my afeard and reluctant whore; |
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Irksomely coy, save wiliéd by alarum, |
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“Purvey my ache and quench my profoundest urge, |
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Deliver thy blood like the rill filleth the ghyll.” |
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“Burrow to the trothplight with the Night and Devil- |
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Bid Him to league with me – forsooth, merry to ‘come’ twill.” |
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“Whilom wast vestal, yet now flit to thy tryst,“ |
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Grasp I the snath and cut off thine breath, |