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47824	Graves, Robert	The Pier-Glass			.txt	text/plain	6742	979	96	"_Kill, strike the blow again, spite what shall come._" In this strange word of "Cain," in this new man, That was his love for Cain; whom God had cursed. His dark love or your envious fear, The vast stone lifts, turns, topples, in its fall A Limerick wonder that Ann loves, (Some woman's eyes went blind for it); This old poor man mistook the call, which sounded With a great cry for Death to stoop and end him. The voice that warned "Creature, the time is come." O Death, come! Did an old shepherd die that night with Prinny, Then Mother turns, laughing like a young fairy, Here is Kit Logan with her love-child come So they scarcely might know was it joy or pain, Bound is Body, foot and hand, So she loved with a calm heart, The same smudged foolish face like an old sheep	./cache/47824.txt	./txt/47824.txt