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• Like a pale martyr in his shirt of fire. -- Alexander Smith (1830-1867) -- A Life Drama, Sc. ii
• A poem round and perfect as a star. -- Alexander Smith (1830-1867) -- A Life Drama, Sc. ii
• Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with migh
  Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight....
• Blow, blow, thou winter wind! Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -- Act ii, Sc. 7...
• Fires the proud tops of the eastern pines. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard II -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Abner... smote him under the fifth rib. -- Old Testament -- 2 Samuel ii, 23
• 1 W. When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
  2 W. When the hurlyburly 's done, When the battle 's lost and won....
• For, lo! the winter is past, the rain is over and gone
  he flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land....
• Ain't Winter Grand?