 | Mansoul or The Riddle of the World |  |
Tangled mongst stinking nettles, wicked herbs;
Cumbered 'midst cliffs, and briars as serpents' teeth,
My wounded feet; I them now wrested forth:
And Herthas vault, derne cave of living rock;
With Mansoul ánd with Minimus, have I passed.
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My wounded feet; I them now wrested forth:
And Herthas vault, derne cave of living rock;
With Mansoul ánd with Minimus, have I passed.
| Mansoul or The Riddle of the World | |