In silent night when rest I took,--From Upon the burning of our house--
For sorrow neer I did not look,
I waken'd was with thundring nois
And Piteous shreiks of dreadfull voice.
That fearfull sound of fire and fire,
Let no man know is my Desire.
I, starting up, the light did spye,
And to my God my heart did cry
To strengthen me in my Distresse
And not to leave me succourlesse.
Then coming out beheld a space,
The flame consume my dwelling place.
Reading about the lives of other people, who would want to do that? And who would want to give out their personal information?
3 comments:
Not only were they blogging in 1666, they were blogging in verse. I guess that's what you did instead of linking to other sites.
Actually, some of the phrases used in the poem are pulled from the bible, so a religious person would have seen them as links to particular biblical passages.
And they burned sockpuppets as witches. I swear.
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