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The Wanderer (Old Anglo Saxon Poetry)
"No man may indeed become wise before he has had his share of winters in this world's kingdom."
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"O Death, that ender art of sorrows all, Come now, since I so often after thee call."
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BENVOLIO In love? ROMEO Out. BENVOLIO Of love? ROMEO Out of her favor, where I am in love.
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Dear, therefore be not jealous over me, If you hear that they seem my heart to move. "Not them, oh no, but you in them I love."
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This earth-hall is old, and I ache with longing; the dales are dark, the hills too high, harsh hedges overhung with briars, a home without joy.
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