"In my own shire, if I was sadHomely comforters I had:The earth, because my heart was sore,Sorrowed for the son she bore;And standing hills, long to re...

I seeIn many an eye that measures meThe mortal sickness of a mindToo unhappy to be kind.Undone with misery, all they canIs to hate their fello
I seeIn many an eye that measures meThe mortal sickness of a mindToo unhappy to be kind.Undone with ...
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