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... above the eastern bar The horned Moon , with one bright star Within the nether tip . One after one , by the star - dogged Moon , Too quick for groan or sigh , Each turned his face with a ghastly pang , And cursed me with his eye .
... above the eastern bar The horned Moon , with one bright star Within the nether tip . One after one , by the star - dogged Moon , Too quick for groan or sigh , Each turned his face with a ghastly pang , And cursed me with his eye .
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Beneath the lightning and the Moon The dead men gave a groan . They groaned , they stirred , they all uprose , Nor spake , nor moved their eyes ; It had been strange , even in a dream , To have seen those dead men rise .
Beneath the lightning and the Moon The dead men gave a groan . They groaned , they stirred , they all uprose , Nor spake , nor moved their eyes ; It had been strange , even in a dream , To have seen those dead men rise .
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Second Voice “ Still as a slave before his lord , The Ocean hath no blast ; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast If he may know which way to go ; For she guides him smooth or grim .
Second Voice “ Still as a slave before his lord , The Ocean hath no blast ; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast If he may know which way to go ; For she guides him smooth or grim .
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Contents
GEOFFREY CHAUCER 1340?1400 | 1 |
ROBERT HENRYSON c 14301506 | 7 |
ANONYMOUS | 15 |
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