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46515	nan	The Blue Poetry Book 7th. Ed.			.txt	text/plain	61419	6548	99	Lines like these sing themselves naturally in a child's memory, while The frost-wind soon shall sweep away --Now let us sing, Long live the king, And he saw her hair like the brown sea-weed _One_ sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, But there I lay thee in thy grave-Where thou lies low, and takes thy rest, And in thy right hand lead with thee Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes: But she look'd in my face till my heart was like to break: Come yield thy selfe quicklye, or slaine thou must bee:' Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be! Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight-Sure thou art come o'er far-off seas, 'I fear thee and thy glittering eye, Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. And say, "Come this night to thy lady's bower;	./cache/46515.txt	./txt/46515.txt