My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the working of his lie On mine--"Childe Roland" by Robert Browning
Here is no treasure hid, No cauldron, no clear crystal mirroring The sought-for truth, no heads of women slain For greed like yours, no writhings of distress, But only what you see...--"Bluebeard" by Edna St. Vincent Millay
You're welcome. And oh, dear. I didn't set a time limit, did I?
I think that--with the permission of the other mods--this will go until June 10th>. That's two months, and it gives people a fair bit of time. Less pressure, in other words.
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A night-watch of wind,
A night-watch of snow -
And a clamor that shatters my sleepless home-sick heart.--by Nalan Xingde
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How love in other ways so particular
Will pick a corner in that charnel house "Vultures," by Chinua Achebe
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That hoary cripple, with malicious eye
Askance to watch the working of his lie
On mine--"Childe Roland" by Robert Browning
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No cauldron, no clear crystal mirroring
The sought-for truth, no heads of women slain
For greed like yours, no writhings of distress,
But only what you see...--"Bluebeard" by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.--"The Eagle" by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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I think that--with the permission of the other mods--this will go until June 10th>. That's two months, and it gives people a fair bit of time. Less pressure, in other words.
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