Now I would kill you here between the eyes, Plant the steel's bare chill where I set my mouth, Or prick you somewhere under the left side . . . Yea I could search thy veins about with steel Till in no corner of thy crannied blood Were left to run red... The queen-mother. Rosamond. 2 plays - Page 35 by Algernon Charles Swinburne - 1860 Full view -
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