"Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confined to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood."
"Hamlet" (1.5.14-21), The Ghost to Hamlet
1 comments:
That picture...and the words are striking. Thank you for sharing.
blessings,
shirley
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