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 | The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere |  |
When times were worst,
All were not mild and loyal like the best:
Of them who joined our following some betrayed us:
That was our worst of trials; next to that
Hunger and frost-wind fanged with death, and cry
Day-long of wolves echoed from woods and rocks,
And death of good men from our English shores
That yearly joined my toils.
All were not mild and loyal like the best:
Of them who joined our following some betrayed us:
That was our worst of trials; next to that
Hunger and frost-wind fanged with death, and cry
Day-long of wolves echoed from woods and rocks,
And death of good men from our English shores
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