The Angel
"At the round earth's imagined corners, blow your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise from death, your numberless infinities of souls." - Holy Sonnets, VII John Donne
posted by H.W. Dudgeon at 11:50 AM
Saturday, January 26, 2008
"At the round earth's imagined corners, blow your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise from death, your numberless infinities of souls." - Holy Sonnets, VII John Donne
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