Trial – VI

“Scant not a sight shall I upon you throw But with a penetrating gaze shall I stare, In this mockery justice, court you: March me forth to my fall, the stair That paltry men palpitate ere the climb, Fall ere the finger descends, die within Ere the first stroke of the last Sun; O Ye'... Continue Reading →

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