The World of Dr. Justice
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Mélanges littéraires (XXIII)
Some literary snippets;
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Alas, I am slain, and by bút óne árrow.
Allow me to halt awhile, and weep here, before the scene...
Thank you, Lord, for Brother Sun. / He warms us till the day is done.
[You’ll have to click on the Comments to see this one.]
the flat-foot shamblers,
the dead-eyed gamblers
…
O ye mistook; ye should have snatched his wand
,
And bound him fast. Without his rod reversed,
And backward mutters of dissevering power,
We cannot free the Lady that sits here
Unfluctuant passion for some perfect sphere.
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