The Book of Classic English Poetry, 600-1830Edwin Markham |
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... hands are here ! Ha ! they pluck out mine eyes ! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No ; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine , Making the green - one red . Re - enter LADY MACBETH ...
... hands are here ! Ha ! they pluck out mine eyes ! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No ; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine , Making the green - one red . Re - enter LADY MACBETH ...
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... hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry ? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes ? On what wings dare he aspire ? What the hand dare seize the fire ? And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy ...
... hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry ? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes ? On what wings dare he aspire ? What the hand dare seize the fire ? And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy ...
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... HAND shone strangely out With vehemence of color ! The BLOODY HAND that with a lurid stain Shone on the dusty floor , a dismal token , Projected from the casement's painted pane , Where all beside was broken . The BLOODY HAND ...
... HAND shone strangely out With vehemence of color ! The BLOODY HAND that with a lurid stain Shone on the dusty floor , a dismal token , Projected from the casement's painted pane , Where all beside was broken . The BLOODY HAND ...
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