Clasps his laps around minas throat, pieces her skin and drinks her blood. He then forces her into an act that binds her to the vampire for eternity
Clasps his laps around minas throat, pieces her skin and drinks her blood. He then forces her into an act that binds her to the vampire for eternity
Mathematics is not a book confined within a cover and bound between brazen clasps, whose contents it needs only patience to ransack it is not a mine, whose treasures may take long to reduce into possession, but which fill only a limited number of veins and lodes it is not a soil, whose fertility can be exhausted by the yield of successive harvests it is not a continent or an ocean, whose area can be mapped out and its contour defined it is limitless as that space which it finds too narrow for its aspirations its possibilities are as infinite as the worlds which are forever crowding in and multiplying upon the astronomer's gaze.
He clasps the crag with crooked hands Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ringed with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Habit with it's iron sinews, clasps us and leads us day by day.
That book in manys eyes doth share the gloryThat in gold clasps locks in the golden story.
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