a.1.Having no coffin.
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Eve, the day with its traitorous death from the loop-holes around, Ever the night with its coffinless corpse to be laid in the ground, Heat like the mouth of a hell, or a deluge of cataract skies, Stench of old offal decaying, and infinite torment of flies, Thoughts of the breezes of May blowing over an English field, Cholera, scurvy, and fever, the wound that would not be healed, Lopping away of the limb by the pitiful-pitiless knife,-- Torture and trouble in vain,--for it never could save us a life.