To understand the Justice of our foes is ought render good, Grief intact mine ought good for lies rendered evil…
At the gates
Torments me not for that risen from bed hence, Counts the hours erewhile now did justly sleep, To have defied…
Bellowing night
Yonder a lovely chill invades me greatly, It suddenly weeps that laments my folly, And looked westward in the gaze…
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