And out we flung and on we... «The Ring And The Book»

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  innashpitzberg

  10 июня 2013

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  And out we flung and on we ran or reeled Romeward, I have no memory of our way, Only that, when at intervals the cloud

  Of horror about me opened to let in life, I listened to some song in the ear, some snatch Of a legend, relic of religion, stray Fragment of record very strong and old Of the first conscience, the anterior right, The God’s-gift to mankind, impulse to quench The antagonistic spark of hell and tread Satan and all his malice into dust,

  I found myself, as on the wings of winds, Arrived: I was at Rome on Christmas Eve.

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