La palette sur le steeple de Hughley vire lumineux, un signe loin-connu, et l se trouvent des personnes de Hughley, et l se trouvent des amis moi. Grand leur milieu la tour divise la nuance et le soleil, et l'horloge sonne l'heure et indique le temps aucun.
Au sud les pierres tombales groupent, le mensonge ensoleill de monticules profondment; Les morts sont plus dans le rassemblement chez Hughley que rapides. Du nord, pour un nombre bientt-dit, tombes froides que le sexton fouille, et assoupissement steeple-ombrag les tueurs d'lui-mme.
Au nord, au sud, le mensonge a spar, avec la tour de Hughley ci-dessus, la sorte, le simple-hearted, les jeunes hommes que j'avais l'habitude d'aimer. Et, sud ou du nord, l''choix des tis seulement A des amis un sait, et je ne'er serai endormi isol avec ces derniers ou ceux.
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