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

This number is read from the build of the lines. The bright edge is that number, carried outward until the pattern repeats.

Alas! Alas! I Can't Forget

by Amelia Alderson Opie

0.3364 − 0.7660i

Drawing the boundary…

Y Friallen Gyntaf

by Watcyn Wyn

0.3498 − 0.7299i

Drawing the boundary…

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Alas! Alas! I Can't Forget

by Amelia Alderson Opie

Alas! alas! I can't forget,
The fateful hour when first we met,
For still I see whate'er I view
Those eyes of pensive blue

But while so many swains you see,
Do you my Clara think on me?
If so, I wish not to forget,
The hour when first we met.

And still to others beauty cold,
May I, in thought, your charms behold,
Still sit in memory rapt, and view,
Those eyes of pensive blue.

But if by you, I'm quite forgot,
O! hard indeed will be my lot,
Since I alas! can ne'er forget,
The hour when first we met.

Y Friallen Gyntaf

by Watcyn Wyn

Ar fron y clawdd y'ngwyneb haul,
A gwyneb pur yn gwenu;
A llun y gwanwyn ar ei hael,
Fel newydd gael ei dynu;
A phurdeb gloew gwlith y nos,
Fel newydd ei sirioli,
Y boreu gwelsom wyneb tlos
Friallen newydd eni.

Y hi yn unig yma sy,
Ar fywyd yn wynebu;
Gwywedig ddail y gauaf dû
O gylch sydd heb eu claddu;
Y ddaear sydd yn llwyd ei gwedd,
Fel mynwent ddigynhyrfiad;
Ond saif hi'n wyn uwchben y bedd,
Fel angel adgyfodiad.

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