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Chapter 1
  While the Beasts of
Prey, come from
Caverns Deep,
Viewed the Maid
Asleep... -William Blake  
Chapter 2
  Then a spirit
passed before
my face;
The hair of
my flesh
stood up -The Book of Job  
Chapter 3
  The Knight's
bones are
Dust, and his
good sword
rust; ~ His soul
is with the
saints, I trust -S.T. Coleridge  
Chapter 4
  She lay as if at Play ~
Her life had Leaped away ~
Intending to Return ~ 
But not so soon ~ -Emily Dickinson  
Chapter 5
  ...With
Ambitious
Aim against
The Throne and
monarchy of
God Rais'd
Impious War
in Heav'n and
Battel Proud -John Milton  
Chapter 6
  Reliques, Beads
Indulgences,
Dispenses,
Pardons, Bulls,
The Sport of
Winds... -John Milton  
Chapter 7
  Last Rose as
in dance the
stately trees,
& spread their
Branches
Hung with 
copious Fruit... -John Milton  
Chapter 8
  I have
been a
stranger
in a strange
LAND -Exodus  
Chapter 9
  ...A shade
apon the mind
there passes as
when on noon
a cloud the
mighty sun
encloses... -Emily Dickinson  
Chapter 10
  There
ariseth a
little cloud
out of the
sea, like a
man's hand -1 Kings  
Chapter 11
  A truth
that's
told with
Bad Intent Beats
All the Lies
you can
Invent ~ -William Blake  
Chapter 12
  Still as he fled,
his eye was backward 
cast, as if
His Fear still
FOLLOWED
Him Behind -Edmund Spencer  
Chapter 13
  Frowning,
Frowning night
o'er this Desart
Bright let thy
Moon Arise
while I close
My Eyes -William Blake  
Chapter 14
  Labour without
Joy is Base.
Labour without
Sorrow is Base.
Sorrow without
Labour is Base.
Joy without
Labour is Base. -John Ruskin  
Chapter 15
  As I was walking among
the Fires of Hell,
Delighted with the
Enjoyments of Genius -William Blake  
Chapter 16
  From the Arched
Roof Pendant by
Subtle magic many
a row of Starry
Camps and Blazing
Cressets Fed with
Naphtha and Asphaltus
Yielded Light... -John Milton  
Chapter 17
  Now the Serpent
was more Subtil
than any Beast
of the Field
Which the Lord
God had made. -Genesis  
Chapter 18
  O That it were
possible we
might but hold
some two days
conference with
The Dead... -John Webster  
Chapter 19
  I was Angry
with my
Friend; I told
my wrath,
my wrath
did End. -William Blake  
Chapter 20
  -I Gained it
so- by climbing slow- 
by catching at
the twigs
that grow
between the
Bliss- And Me- -Emily Dickinson  
Chapter 21
  I hate things
All Fiction...
There should
Always be some
Foundation
of Fact... -Byron  
Chapter 22
  Thick as Autumnal
leaves that
strow the Brooks
in Vallombrosa,
Where Th' Etrurian
shades high over-
Aran't Imbowr... -John Milton  
Chapter 23
  And Ye Shall
Know the
Truth, and
the Truth
shall make
You Free ~ -St. John  
Chapter 24
  As is the
mother,
so is her
Daughter. -Ezekiel  
Chapter 25
  A Bracelet
of Bright
Hair about
the Bone... -John Donne  
Chapter 26
  The sun has
left his Blackness
& has found a
Fresher
Morning,
& the Fair Moon
Rejoices in the
clear & cloudless
Night... -William Blake  
Chapter 27
  My soul into
the boughs does
Glide: there like
a bird it sits,
And sings, then
Whets, and combs
its silver wings... -Andrew Marvell  
Chapter 28
  For Many a
Time I have
Been half
in Love
with Easeful
Death... -John Keats  
Chapter 29
  Each man is
in his Spectre's
Power until
The Arrival of
that hour when
his Humanity
Awake... -William Blake  
Chapter 30
  Farr off
Th' Empyreal
Heav'n, Extended
Wide in Circuit,
Undetermined
Square or Round,
With Opal Towrs
And Battlements
Adorn'd of
Living Sapphire...
-John Milton  
Chapter 31
  For Empire
Is No More,
And now the
Lion & Wolf
Shall cease. -William Blake  
Chapter 32
  The Morn~
ing comes, the
Night DECAYS,
The Watchmen
LEAVE their
stations... -William Blake  
Chapter 33
  Sweet Spring
Full of sweet
days and
Roses, A box
Where sweets
compacted Lie -George Herbert  
Chapter 34
  Shew you all
Alive the World,
Where Every
Particle of
Dust Breathes
Forth its Joy -William Blake  
Chapter 35
  The Birth-
Day of my
Life is come,
My Love is
Come to me -Christina Rossetti  
Chapter 36
  But Fate Does
Iron Wedges
Drive, and
Alwais crowds
itself betwixt. -Andrew Marvell  
Chapter 37
  My Soul, Do
Not Seek
Eternal Life,
But
Exhaust the
Realm of
the Possible. -Pindar