“He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.”
“Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was white as leprosy, The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold.”
“Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.”
“That agony returns; And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns.”
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