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My lover died a century ago,
Her dear heart stricken by my sland'rous breath,
Wherefore the Gods forbade that I should know
The peace of death.

Men pass my grave, and say, "'Twere well to sleep,...

". . . with two other priests; the same night he died,
and was buried by the shores of the lake that bears his name."
Chronicle.


"Nay, grieve not that ye can no honour give...

". . . with two other priests; the same night he died,
and was buried by the shores of the lake that bears his name."
Chronicle.



"Nay, grieve not that ye can no honour give...

An uphill path, sun-gleams between the showers,
Where every beam that broke the leaden sky
Lit other hills with fairer ways than ours;
Some clustered graves where half our memories lie;...

"What I spent I had; what I saved, I lost; what I gave, I have."


But yesterday the tourney, all the eager joy of life,
The waving of the banners, and the rattle of the spears,...

"What I spent I had; what I saved, I lost; what I gave, I have."

But yesterday the tourney, all the eager joy of life,
The waving of the banners, and the rattle of the spears,...