He had come back over the frontier of death. nails, spears, and a cross. Today bombs, mines, torpedoes, and shells. The same death. But death has lost its sting since Jesus crossed the river.
His pipe was as outmoded as his ideas.
I lie there on the stretcher-bed and laugh slily, but say nothing; give vent to no opinion one way or the other.
Virgins of equall birth, … / Shall draw thy picture, and record thy life; / One ſhall enſphere thine eyes, another ſhall / Impearl thy teeth[,] a third thy white and ſmall / Hand ſhall beſnow, a fourth incarnadine / Thy roſie cheek, …
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