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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet IV
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But Adrian, who was young and all athirst
 For human joy, and turbulent and strong,
 Grew discontent with her despairs and curst,
 Nor spared he her the jibings of his tongue.
 He mocked at her vain virtue and the words
 She used to comfort him when sometimes she
 With weak heart battling, like a troubled bird`s
 Which sees the nets, would ease his misery
 With telling her own pain and making show
 Of her soul`s hunger to his hungry soul.
 It only angered him, this prate of woe,
 And back he thrust on her her beggar`s dole
 Of idle sighs. And ``If I have not bread,
 For pity let me be and starve,`` he said.
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