Just my vengeance complete,
The man sprang to his feet,
Stood erect, caught at God's skirts, and prayed!
So, I was afraid!
-- Robert Browning (1812-1890)
-- Instans Tyrannus, vii
The man sprang to his feet,
Stood erect, caught at God's skirts, and prayed!
So, I was afraid!
-- Robert Browning (1812-1890)
-- Instans Tyrannus, vii
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