এই পাতাটির মুদ্রণ সংশোধন করা প্রয়োজন।
°श्3 &४ প্ৰতিহিংসা-রক্তে রক্তে A. I look far down the pits My sight was rounded by a witting fragment: And lt was slı ned will blood. "Thru first. I ska rieked My hoyer-hallin hburn t, any brain grew hot, ama three, And all the hala gig trops of the Wit roof Tul Thed into blood - I saw tham turn to blood ! Arld was taping wictly down the chass When on the far ther brink I saw his sword, And at said, Wengen'e curse on my tongue Coleridge -“ Retuvrec" dĺcť 4 V. Sveie AAí.
