Long in misery
I wasted, ere in one extremest fit
I plung'd for life or death.
Long in misery
I wasted, ere in one extremest fit
I plung'd for life or death.
Verse, Fame and Beauty are intense indeed, But Death intenser - Death is Life's high meed.
Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.
I think I shall be among the English poets after my death.
Are there not thousands in the world who love their fellows even to the death, who feel the giant agony of the world, and more, like slaves to poor humanity, labor for mortal good
I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories