Maid Marian by Thomas Love Peacock
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When it glows in the rose of a red, red nose."
"Now," said the little friar, "as is the firmness so is the redness, and as is the redness so is the shyness." "Marry why?" said brother Michael. "The solution is not physical-natural, but physical-historical, or natural-superinductive. And thereby hangs a tale, which may be either said or sung: The damsel stood to watch the fight By the banks of Kingslea Mere, And they brought to her feet her own true knight Sore-wounded on a bier. She knelt by him his wounds to bind, She washed them with many a tear: And shouts rose fast upon the wind, Which told that the foe was near. "Oh! let not," he said, "while yet I live, The cruel foe me take: But with thy sweet lips a last kiss give, And cast me in the lake." Around his neck she wound her arms, And she kissed his lips so pale: And evermore the war's alarms Came louder up the vale. |
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