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0.013 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

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Awake, my soul!

by Anna Lætitia Barbauld

0.0324 − 0.5169i

Drawing the boundary…

Champagne Rosée

by John Kenyon

0.0394 − 0.5284i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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Awake, my soul!

by Anna Lætitia Barbauld

Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyes;
See where thy foes against thee rise,
In long array, a numerous host;
Awake, my soul, or thou art lost.

Here giant danger threat’ning stands
Mustering his pale terrific bands;
There pleasure’s silken banners spread,
And willing souls are captive led.

See where rebellious passions rage,
And fierce desires and lusts engage;
The meanest foe of all the train
Has thousands and ten thousands slain.

Thou tread’st upon enchanted ground,
Perils and snares beset thee round;
Beware of all, guard every part,
But most, the traitor in thy heart.

Come then, my soul, now learn to wield
The weight of thine immortal shield;
Put on the armour from above
Of heavenly truth and heavenly love.

The terror and the charm repel,
And powers of earth, and powers of hell;
The man of Calvary triumph'd here;
Why should his faithful followers fear?

Champagne Rosée

by John Kenyon

Lily on liquid roses floating—
So floats yon foam o'er pink champagne:
Fain would I join such pleasant boating,
And prove that ruby main,
And float away on wine!

Those seas are dangerous (greybeards swear)
Whose sea-beach is the goblet's brim;
And true it is they drown Old Care—
But what care we for him,
So we but float on wine?

And true it is they cross in pain
Who sober cross the Stygian ferry:
But only make our Styx champagne,
And we shall cross right merry,
Floating away on wine!

Old Charon's self shall make him mellow,
Then gaily row his boat from shore;
While we and every jovial fellow,
Hear unconcern'd the oar
That dips itself in wine!

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