Date: 1820
"How to entangle, trammel up and snare / Your soul in mine, and labyrinth you there / Like the hid scent in an unbudded rose?"
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Date: 1820
A soul may be "as ill at peace as the break-covert bloodhounds of such sin"
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Date: 1820
The spirit may, like a "demon-mole," work thorugh "clayey soil and gravel hard"
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Date: 1820
"When from the slope side of a suburb hill, / Deafening the swallow's twitter, came a thrill / Of trumpets--Lycius started--the sounds fled, / But left a thought, a buzzing in his head."
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Date: 1820
"A moment's thought is passion's passing bell"
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Date: 1820
"We'll make his temple in our breast, / And offer up a tear."
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Date: 1820
"And the beasts, and the birds, and the insects were drowned / In an ocean of dreams without a sound; / Whose waves never mark, though they ever impress / The light sand which paves it, consciousness"
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Date: 1820
"'Tis in that hour the mind receives ... The best impression virtue gives."
preview | full record— Combe, William (1742 -1823)
Date: 1820
"The memoranda of the mind, Which on the inmost page so white, — Combe, William (1742 -1823)
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