When I try to imagine a faultless love; Or the life to come, what I hear is the murmur; Of underground streams, what I see is a limestone landscape.
When I try to imagine a faultless love; Or the life to come, what I hear is the murmur; Of underground streams, what I see is a limestone landscape.
The masculine imagination lives in a state of perpetual revolt against the limitations of human life. In theological terms, one might say that all men, left to themselves, become gnostics.
Poor Poe At first so forgotten that his grave went without a tomb-stone twenty-six years. . . today in danger of becoming the life study of a few professors.
To the man-in-the-street, who, I'm sorry to say; Is a keen observer of life, The word Intellectual suggests straight away; A man who's untrue to his wife.
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