you could never have enough
unless you had repletion
now is the sweet all gone
the bitter near you
now you are in his power
now is closed
the door of sound
all praise of you
- "he is thick set with quills"
- "the soft part is all turned to himself"
- "the worms rove in him in and out"
now lie still
in doorless house
in full cold denderived from A Soul's Address to its Body - anon
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paraphrase of an anglo-saxon old lost poem
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v nice. anglo-saxon abounds with metaphorical coolness. viz: 'the world candle and the swan-ridden sea'.
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