Henry Brocken - His Travels and Adventures in the Rich, Strange, Scarce-Imaginable Regions of Romance by Walter De la Mare
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ATHEIST--
Now, after awhile, they perceived afar off, one coming softly and alone, all along the highway, to meet them. --BUNYAN (_The Pilgrim's Progress_). XI. LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI "O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds sing. "O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrel's granary is full, And the harvest's done." --KEATS. XII. SLEEP AND DEATH Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon-- Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night-- |
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