English poem
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by William Lyon Phelps (1865–1943)
Not that I bid you spare her the pain; Let death be felt and the proof remain: Brand, burn up, bite into its grace-- He is sure to remember her dying face!
Versos English William Lyon Phelps X
Versos English William Lyon Phelps X
English poem
by William Lyon Phelps (1865–1943)
Not that I bid you spare her the pain; Let death be felt and the proof remain: Brand, burn up, bite into its grace-- He is sure to remember her dying face!