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Chapter 6
Charles, thought nothing more of that rather abrupt encounter with Rose. He cared not whether he saw her again or not. To him, it would ..
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Excerpt: "Ah! What shame began to course, and thus began to pinch upon his blood!"
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This is a sketch for a larger poem I wanted to write about a mortal falling in love with an angel but
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Alas!
But, do I so detest,
fall coming shortly a’best.
The sun, shall not glimmer upon my windowsill.
The glass will be shut.
Children?
Th..
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God who art thou my Father,
come please!
Come and be my earthly Father,
how would you do so?
I do not know.
Ah! But, thou art so pristine.
Divin..
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The ripest fruits,
grew upon the medial of my bosom,
did they not?
My love, tell me
doth my nectar be the sweetest of sorts?
Then, why does thee ..
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Standing in front of the alleyway, one might observe that this alley in particular, appears, at first glance, unusually wide. Another thing that migh..
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Excerpt: “ You are mad! Pleased with me? You see me, look upon me stupid girl, see where I am! Behold before the devil with what I may provide.&..
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Excerpt: " “ Well, Thomas Whittingham, has your family eaten today?”
Thomas half-laughed, as if what Sir Abbot had asked was a joke, &ld..
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