"Be my kin free fro varnal sin,Bridle the thoughts of thy Master.""There hath past away a glore fro the Earth;A glore that in the hearts and minds of men,Men dementéd – blindfoldéd by light,Hourisheth as weed in their well-groom’d garths." "Might I too was blindfoldéd ere, "The quality of mercy and absolution,Tho’ years have master’d […]
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