Lines: How Deadly The Blow I Received

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Title:     Lines: How Deadly The Blow I Received
Author: George Borrow [More Titles by Borrow]

How deadly the blow I received
When of thee, O my darling, bereaved!
No more up the hill I shall bound,
No strength in my poor foot is found;
No joy o'er my visage shall break
'Till from out the cold earth I awake.
Of the corn like the very top grain,
Or the pine 'mongst the shrubs of the plain,
Or the moon 'mongst the starlets above,
Went thou amongst women, my love!

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George Borrow's poem: Lines: How Deadly The Blow I Received

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