Tis serfitude pure and simple, e'en as the words of Kipling echo about my head. |
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Dalmius nursed the invigorating fire-drink from a horn-flask, ensconced in leather, e'en as his thin hands trembled. |
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It's a few days after the e'en of Oct. 31, and the trick-or-treaters have packed away their costumes and divided up their loot. |
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He roosed my e'en, sae bonnie blue, He roosed my waist sae genty sma' And aye my heart came to my mou' When ne'er a body heard or saw. |
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Late at e'en, drinking the wine, And ere they paid the lawing, They set a combat them between, To fight it in the dawing. |
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Nay, e'en suppose when we have suffer'd fate The soul should feel in her divided state, What's that to us? for we are only we, While souls and bodies in one frame agree. |
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And when convulsive throes denied my breath The faintest utterance to my fading thought, To thee – to thee – e'en in the gasp of death My spirit turned, oh! oftener than it ought. |
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Aye, e'en the curs and mastiffs of the flock Grin and beyelp the stinting combatant. |
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Poor POET-APE, that would be thought our chief, Whose works are e'en the frippery of wit, From brokage is become so bold a thief, As we, the robb'd, leave rage, and pity it. |
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