The spirit burning but unbent, May writhe, rebel - the weak alone repent
The spirit burning but unbent, May writhe, rebel - the weak alone repent
Therefore the sage is as pointed as a square but does not pierce. He is as acute as a knife but does not cut. He is as straight as an unbent line but does not extend. He is as bright as light but does not dazzle.
She unbent her mind afterwards - over a book.
The monumental pomp of age Was with this goodly personage A stature undepressed in size, Unbent, which rather seemed to rise In open victory o'er the weight Of seventy years, to loftier height.
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