" 'Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood
And so such bitter business as the day
Would quake to look upon."
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Hamlet, Act III scene II
"Fancy returns, and now she thinks of bones
And grinning skulls, and corruptible death
Wrapped in his shroud; and now fancies she hears
Deep sighs, and sees pale sickly ghosts gliding."
- "Fair Elenor", William Blake
"Come, come, thou bleak Decemb…
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Posted on June 2, 2009 at 1:30pm —