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Sonnets
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By Richard Garnett, C.B., LL.D.
Whence cometh he ? What realms of glootn or light
Behind him lie ? Through what weird terrors last
Thus clothed in stormy grandeur sped so fast,
Dishevelling his mane with wild affright ?
A youth with mien of martial prowess, blent
With majesty no shock disquieteth,
Vested in steely armour sheening clear,
Fearless bestrides the terrible portent.
“ I,” the tremendous steed declares, “ am Death ! ”
“And I am Love ! ” responds the cavalier.
The Yellow Book—Vol. XIII.
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By Richard Garnett, C.B., LL.D.
Whence cometh he ? What realms of glootn or light
Behind him lie ? Through what weird terrors last
Thus clothed in stormy grandeur sped so fast,
Dishevelling his mane with wild affright ?
A youth with mien of martial prowess, blent
With majesty no shock disquieteth,
Vested in steely armour sheening clear,
Fearless bestrides the terrible portent.
“ I,” the tremendous steed declares, “ am Death ! ”
“And I am Love ! ” responds the cavalier.
The Yellow Book—Vol. XIII.
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