Likewise, greatly making thyself naked, thou fastenest on a person in dreams, O niggard, baffling the plan and design of a man. |
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Yonder lies the bloated, sprawling kingdom of Dur, in the avaricious grip of that straithanded niggard Tashian. |
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God grant that I as thou May still at heart have Spring, Still may the fair To-be feel through the niggard Now And in the Winter-night the summer-day foresing! |
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No niggard churl our High Chieftain, But lavishly His gifts are made, Like streams from a moat that flow amain, Or rushing waves that rise unstayed. |
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