Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud / Turn forth her silver lining on the night? / I did not err: there does a sable cloud / Turn forth her silver lining on the night, / And casts a gleam over this tufted grove.
The wind made wave the red weed on the dike. Bedoven in dank deep was every sike.
He has such an offbeat sense of humor that hardly anyone finds his jokes amusing.
[Abasalom's] ambition would needs be fingering the sceptre, and hoisting him into his father's throne
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