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43223	nan	The World's Best Poetry, Volume 09: Of Tragedy: of Humour			.txt	text/plain	90922	9420	97	Had gone away, took his right hand, and said: Knowing her hour was come, spake thus, and said: And all day long; and, when night comes, the lamp Come, let me lay my hand upon thy mane. And men shall not forget thee in thy grave; That day and night, and heaven and earth, and time even now thy father comes, a ransomed man this day; Mount thy good horse, and thou and I will meet him on his way." That hand was cold,--a frozen thing,--it dropped from his like lead,-Talk not of grief till thou hast seen the tears of warlike men! "Came I not forth upon thy pledge, my father's hand to kiss? Moves like a ghost.--Thou sure and firm-set earth, (Like this), when you come home, just leaving free "Come, as you seem to know, good man, "'T is well thou'rt come back to keepe thy day:	./cache/43223.txt	./txt/43223.txt