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	<title>Comments on: &#8220;O who is this has done this deed,  Has told the King of me,  To send us out at this time of the year,  To sail upon the sea?</title>
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		<title>By: Maud McInerney</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The &quot;Ballad of Sir Patrick Spens&quot; is also, of course, the starting point for Coleridge&#039;s &quot;Dejection: An Ode:&quot;

Well! If the Bard was weather-wise, who made
The grand old ballad of Sir Patrick Spence,
This night, so tranquil now, will not go hence
Unroused by winds, that ply a busier trade
Than those which mould yon cloud in lazy flakes,
Or the dull sobbing draft, that moans and rakes
Upon the strings of this Aeolian lute,
Which better far were mute.
For lo! the New-moon winter-bright!
And overspread with phantom light,
(With swimming phantom light o&#039;erspread
But rimmed and circled by a silver thread)
I see the old Moon in her lap, foretelling
The coming-on of rain and squally blast.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The &#8220;Ballad of Sir Patrick Spens&#8221; is also, of course, the starting point for Coleridge&#8217;s &#8220;Dejection: An Ode:&#8221;</p>
<p>Well! If the Bard was weather-wise, who made<br />
The grand old ballad of Sir Patrick Spence,<br />
This night, so tranquil now, will not go hence<br />
Unroused by winds, that ply a busier trade<br />
Than those which mould yon cloud in lazy flakes,<br />
Or the dull sobbing draft, that moans and rakes<br />
Upon the strings of this Aeolian lute,<br />
Which better far were mute.<br />
For lo! the New-moon winter-bright!<br />
And overspread with phantom light,<br />
(With swimming phantom light o&#8217;erspread<br />
But rimmed and circled by a silver thread)<br />
I see the old Moon in her lap, foretelling<br />
The coming-on of rain and squally blast.</p>
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