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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529340" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Gouler's Requiem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529340" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Mie boolie entes, adiewe: ne more the syghte<br>Of guilden merke shalle mete mie joieous eyne;<br>Ne moe the sylver noble sheenynge bryghte,<br>Shalle fylle mie hande wythe weighte to speke ytte fyne;<br>Ne moe, ne moe, alas, I calle you myne;<br>Whyder must you, ah! whydder moste I goe?<br>I kenne not either! Oh mie emmers dygne,<br>To parte wythe you wyll wurche me myckle woe.<br>I must begon, butte where I dare nott telle,<br>O storthe unto mie mynde! I goe to helle. <br>Soone as the morne dyd dyghte the roddie sunne,<br>A shade of theves eache streacke of lyghte dyd seeme;<br>Whan yn the Heaven full half hys course was ronne,<br>Eche styrrynge nayghbour dyd mie harte afleme;<br>Thie Losse, or quyck or slepe, was aie mie dreme;<br>For thee, O goulde, I did the lawe ycrase,<br>For thee I gotten or bie wiles or breme;<br>Ynn thee I all mie joie and goode dyd place;<br>Botte nowe to mee thie pleasaunce ys ne moe,<br>I kenne notte botte for thee I to the quede muste goe.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Thomas+Chatterton">Thomas Chatterton</a></strong></div>

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