THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul? Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless... The National Review - Page 381publié par - 1855Affichage du livre entier - À propos de ce livre
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