-fore art, thou Wordsmith-
-fore art, thou Wordsmith- How be-it, the very soil upon my brow, is akin unto my hands, betwixt thy spine. Doth not the Quill aspire to inscribe; for what manner, hast mine blood contrived.. What looming shadow, dear faint echo; O' saintly spectre, why must thee chide. Shall I disquietly tolerate, circumspectly; wilt not thine [..more..]
-fore art, thou Wordsmith-
-fore art, thou Wordsmith- How be-it, the very soil upon my brow, is akin unto my hands, betwixt thy spine. Doth not the Quill aspire to inscribe; for what manner, hast mine blood contrived.. What looming shadow, dear faint echo; O' saintly spectre, why must thee chide. Shall I disquietly tolerate, circumspectly; wilt not thine [..more..]
-fore art, thou Wordsmith-
-fore art, thou Wordsmith- How be-it, the very soil upon my brow, is akin unto my hands, betwixt thy spine. Doth not the Quill aspire to inscribe; for what manner, hast mine blood contrived.. What looming shadow, dear faint echo; O' saintly spectre, why must thee chide. Shall I disquietly tolerate, circumspectly; wilt not thine [..more..]
-fore art, thou Wordsmith-
-fore art, thou Wordsmith- How be-it, the very soil upon my brow, is akin unto my hands, betwixt thy spine. Doth not the Quill aspire to inscribe; for what manner, hast mine blood contrived.. What looming shadow, dear faint echo; O' saintly spectre, why must thee chide. Shall I disquietly tolerate, circumspectly; wilt not thine [..more..]
-fore art, thou Wordsmith-
-fore art, thou Wordsmith- How be-it, the very soil upon my brow, is akin unto my hands, betwixt thy spine. Doth not the Quill aspire to inscribe; for what manner, hast mine blood contrived.. What looming shadow, dear faint echo; O' saintly spectre, why must thee chide. Shall I disquietly tolerate, circumspectly; wilt not thine [..more..]
-fore art, thou Wordsmith-
-fore art, thou Wordsmith- How be-it, the very soil upon my brow, is akin unto my hands, betwixt thy spine. Doth not the Quill aspire to inscribe; for what manner, hast mine blood contrived.. What looming shadow, dear faint echo; O' saintly spectre, why must thee chide. Shall I disquietly tolerate, circumspectly; wilt not thine [..more..]
-fore art, thou Wordsmith-
-fore art, thou Wordsmith- How be-it, the very soil upon my brow, is akin unto my hands, betwixt thy spine. Doth not the Quill aspire to inscribe; for what manner, hast mine blood contrived.. What looming shadow, dear faint echo; O' saintly spectre, why must thee chide. Shall I disquietly tolerate, circumspectly; wilt not thine [..more..]
-fore art, thou Wordsmith-
-fore art, thou Wordsmith- How be-it, the very soil upon my brow, is akin unto my hands, betwixt thy spine. Doth not the Quill aspire to inscribe; for what manner, hast mine blood contrived.. What looming shadow, dear faint echo; O' saintly spectre, why must thee chide. Shall I disquietly tolerate, circumspectly; wilt not thine [..more..]
-fore art, thou Wordsmith-
-fore art, thou Wordsmith- How be-it, the very soil upon my brow, is akin unto my hands, betwixt thy spine. Doth not the Quill aspire to inscribe; for what manner, hast mine blood contrived.. What looming shadow, dear faint echo; O' saintly spectre, why must thee chide. Shall I disquietly tolerate, circumspectly; wilt not thine [..more..]
-fore art, thou Wordsmith-
-fore art, thou Wordsmith- How be-it, the very soil upon my brow, is akin unto my hands, betwixt thy spine. Doth not the Quill aspire to inscribe; for what manner, hast mine blood contrived.. What looming shadow, dear faint echo; O' saintly spectre, why must thee chide. Shall I disquietly tolerate, circumspectly; wilt not thine [..more..]