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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519734" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To The Sub-Prior</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Good evening, Sir Priest, and so late as you ride,<br>With your mule so fair, and your mantle so wide; <br>But ride you through valley, or ride you o'er hill. <br>There is one that has warrant to wait on you still. <br>Back, back, <br>The volume black! <br>I have a warrant to carry it back.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What, ho! Sub-Prior, and came you but here <br>To conjure a book from a dead woman's bier? <br>Sain you, and save you, be wary and wise, <br>Ride back with the book, or you'll pay for your prize. <br>Back, back. <br>There's death in the track! <br>In the name of my master I bid thee bear back.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'In the name of MY Master,' said the astonished monk, 'that name before which all things created tremble, I conjure thee to say what thou art that hauntest me thus?' <br>The same voice replied,- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That which is neither ill nor well,<br>That which belongs not to Heaven nor to hell, <br>A wreath of the mist, a bubble of the stream, <br>'Twixt a waking thought and a sleeping dream; <br>A form that men spy <br>With the half-shut eye. <br>In the beams of the setting sun, am I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vainly, Sir Prior, wouldst thou bar me my right! <br>Like the star when it shoots, I can dart through the night; <br>I can dance on the torrent and ride on the air, <br>And travel the world with the bonny night-mare. <br>Again, again, <br>At the crook of the glen, <br>Where bickers the burnie, I'll meet thee again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Men of good are bold as sackless<br>Men of rude are wild and reckless, <br>Lie thou still <br>In the nook of the hill. <br>For those be before thee that wish thee ill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Walter+Scott">Sir Walter Scott</a><div class=q>
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With your mule so fair, and your mantle so wide; 
But ride you through valley, or ride you o'er hill. 
There is one that has warrant to wait on you still. 
Back, back, 
The volume black! 
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