Potential Titles: Robert Blair

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The roads they take in journeying - Robert Blair "The Grave"

The appointed place of rendezvous - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Where all these travellers meet - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Sustains the keys of Hell and Death - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Lets fall a supernumerary horror - Robert Blair "The Grave"

That loves to dwell 'midst skulls and coffins - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Again the screech-owl shrieks - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Draws near to the witching time of night - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Mysterious cement of the soul - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Far, far beyond what I can ever pay - Robert Blair "The Grave"

The rose assumed a dye more deep - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Bear the strife of little tongues and coward insults - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Mock whom they were meant to honour - Robert Blair "The Grave"

To mimic sorrow when the heart's not sad - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Bold insurancers of deathless fame - Robert Blair "The Grave"

The mystic cone, with hieroglyphics crusted - Robert Blair "The Grave"

The labour of whole ages tumbles down - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Who swam to sovereign rule through seas of blood - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Shakes hands with dust - Robert Blair "The Grave"

And with blunt truth acquaints us - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Catches hold of what comes next to hand - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Trusts only in the well-invented knife - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Travelling through the boundless length of space - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Returning to the barren womb of nothing - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Death's thousand doors stand open - Robert Blair "The Grave"

If we challenged him to do his worst - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Your shine enlightens but yourself - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Yet launch out into fantastic schemes - Robert Blair "The Grave"

To frolic on eternity's dread brink - Robert Blair "The Grave"

With all his guards and tools of power - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Unmindful of their former feuds - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Whose every day was made of melody - Robert Blair "The Grave"

The wrecks of nations, and the spoils of time - Robert Blair "The Grave"

With all the lumber of six thousand years - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Belches molten stone and globes of fire - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Toads and serpents of most deadly kind - Robert Blair "The Grave"

Whets to keenest eagerness his cravings - Robert Blair "The Grave"


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