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XXI. Not In This World To Know His Face
Horrible Death

XXI. Not In This World To Know His Face

August 23, 2017August 20, 2017 benwdaltonLeave a comment

…sounds long, until…

XXI. Not in This World to See His Face
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XXI. Not in This World to See His Face

July 25, 2017July 23, 2017 benwdaltonLeave a comment

…sounds long, but wait until you hear this…

XIX. To Know Just How She Suffered Would Be Dear
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XIX. To Know Just How She Suffered Would Be Dear

July 7, 2017July 7, 2017 benwdaltonLeave a comment

She really deserved it.

XVIII. God Permits Industrious Basilisks
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XVIII. God Permits Industrious Basilisks

July 5, 2017July 5, 2017 benwdaltonLeave a comment

…afternoons to play…

XVII. I Never Saw a Moor
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XVII. I Never Saw a Moor

June 6, 2017June 6, 2017 benwdaltonImageLeave a comment

At least, not a real one…

XVI. The Clouds Their Backs Together Laid
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XVI. The Clouds Their Backs Together Laid

May 30, 2017May 29, 2017 benwdaltonAsideLeave a comment

XVI.

The clouds their backs together laid,
The north begun to push,
The forests galloped till they fell,
The lightning skipped like mice;
The thunder crumbled like a stuff—
How nice I have a gnome cave,
Where nature’s temper cannot reach,
Nor bigger people ever come!

 

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The graver original.

Gothic door in the side of a stone church XV. I’ve Seen A Dying Eye
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XV. I’ve Seen A Dying Eye

May 22, 2017May 22, 2017 benwdaltonAsideLeave a comment

XV.

I’ve seen a dying eye
Run round and round a room
In search of something, likely its head,
Then cloudier become;
And then, obscure with fog,
Annoyed at falling out,
Blink thrice in quick succession,
Surprised its eyelids were still attached.

 

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The original.

XIV. I Went to Thank Her
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XIV. I Went to Thank Her

May 10, 2017May 9, 2017 benwdaltonLeave a comment

…but you won’t believe what happened NEXT!

XIII. That Short, Potential Stir
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XIII. That Short, Potential Stir

May 5, 2017May 4, 2017 benwdaltonImageLeave a comment

…that each can make but once…

XII. I Like A Look of Agony
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XII. I Like A Look of Agony

April 23, 2017April 23, 2017 benwdaltonLeave a comment

…every now and then…

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