 Heap heavier still the fetters; bar closer still the grate; Patient as sheep we yield us up unto your cruel hate. But, by the Shades beneath us, and by the Gods above, Add not unto your cruel hate your yet more cruel love!  Addresses of U.M. Rose - Page 44by Uriah Milton Rose, George B. Rose - 1914 - 412 pagesFull view - About this book
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