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         <title><![CDATA[The Dying Christian to his Soul by Alexander Pope]]></title>
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         <description><![CDATA[&#160;Vital spark of heav'nly flame,

Quit, oh, quit, this mortal frame!
Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying,
Oh, the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life!
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Hark! they whisper; Angels say,
Sister Spirit, come away.
What is this absorbs me quite,
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Tell me, my Soul! can this be Death?
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The world recedes; it disappears;
Heav'n opens on my eyes; my ears
With...]]></description>
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         <title><![CDATA[Goblin Market by Christina Rosetti]]></title>
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         <description><![CDATA[&#160;Morning and evening

Maids heard the goblins cry:
"Come buy our orchard fruits,
Come buy, come buy:
Apples and quinces,
Lemons and oranges,
Plump unpecked cherries,
Melons and raspberries,
Bloom-down-cheeked peaches,
Swart-headed mulberries,
Wild free-born cranberries,
Crab-apples, dewberries,
Pine-apples, blackberries,
Apricots, strawberries;--
All ripe together
In summer weather,--
Morns that pass by,
Fair eves that fly;
Come buy, come buy:
Our grapes fresh from the vine,
Pomegranates...]]></description>
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         <title><![CDATA[Job's Shoes by Dan Salter]]></title>
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From clouds, reflections of the dying sun
Glide silently through windows of my soul,
To hang their weight, when day is fully done,
Upon my heart, its passions then control.
I saw my light, like candle snuffed, depart.
Dark agony took rein in vile...]]></description>
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