dmission at the gate;While cries throughout the walls resound, Our young, our darling-Masters drownd.The Servants fly they scarce know where;The tidings reach Matildas ear:She starts,—then hurries to the wood-Aghast, upon the bank she stood,While from the pool, with looks forlorn.Her senseless… … od: ENGLISH DANCE OF DEATH 129 THE KITCHEN Is there a thing in Art or Nature,A Bird or Beast, or Human Creature,Which in Deaths business is not madeAn Engine to promote his trade ?Look where you will, go where you can,You see the final foe of Man.Lions and Tygers, Dogs and Cats,The poisnous Asp,…
Dance of death
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