See, ſee, my Brother's Ghoſt hangs hovering there, / O're his warm Blood, that ſteems into the Air, / Revenge, Revenge it cries.
If the government wants graduates to stay in the country they should offer more incentives.
The body of the working-class man of the 1930s — and to an extent its text — is hungry, an empty space once filled by its labor.
But, O my soul, if thou be once soundly heavenized in thy thoughts and affections, it shall be otherwise with thee […]
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