The Angel of Death (Classic Reprint)
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Excerpt from The Angel of DeathUntil a stronger my place shall hold. On mountain lofty, in chasm cheerless, It is my breath that is blowing cold. The plagues that harrow, Despoil and wither, The nightly arrow My hand sends hither, They fell their victims, nor hindrance feel.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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