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Show Perchance the living still may look Into the pages of this book, And see the days of long ago Floating and fleeting to and fro, As in the well-remembered brook They saw the inverted landscape gleam, And their own faces like a dream Look up upon them from below. -Longfellow. " Who so shall telle a tale after a man, He moste reherse, as neighe as ever he can, Everieh word, if it be in his charge. All speke he never so rudely and so large; Or elles he moste tellen his tale untrewe, Or fienen things, or flnden words newe." |