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"(David, Psalms 50.21)['Will sprawl, now that the heat of day is best,Flat on his belly in the pit's much mire,With elbows wide, fists clenched to prop his chin.And, while he kicks both feet in the cool slush,And feels about his spine small eft-things course,Run in and out each arm, and make him laugh:And while above his head a pompion-plant,Coating the cave-top as a brow its eye,Creeps down to touch and tickle hair and beard,And now a flower drops with a bee inside,And now a fruit to snap at, catch and crunch,He looks out o'er yon sea which sunbeams crossAnd recross till they weave a spider-web(Meshes of fire, some great fish breaks at times)And talks to his own self, howe'er he please,Touching that other, whom his dam called God.Because to talk about Him, vexesha,Could He but know! Can You Solve Cain's Jawbone: The (Nearly) Impossible Literary Puzzle? 76- Young women are green; I spoke horticulturally. but only one is correct. Put your lateral thinking skills to the test do you have what it takes? According to Millingtons 1977 book Crosswords, Their History and Their Cult, Mathers routinely collaborated with his wife to construct puzzles; once he had decided on a puzzles theme and made a list of words he wanted to use, Rosemond Crowdy Mathers would often make the diagram. Lo, how these fair immaculate women walk behind their jocund maker; and we slighted De Mauves, and that far different she, Gressie, the trivial Sphinx. London. I had only had one coat, and that an inherited one. My mariners,Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with meThat ever with a frolic welcome tookThe thunder and the sunshine, and opposedFree hearts, free foreheadsyou and I are old;Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;Death closes all: but something ere the end,Some work of noble note, may yet be done,Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deepMoans round with many voices. We must in tearsUnwind a love knit up in many years.In this last kiss I here surrender theeBack to thyself.So, thou again art free:Thou in another, sad as that, resendThe truest heart that lover e'er did lend.Now turn from each: so fare our sever'd heartsAs the divorced soul from her body parts.