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80: Farewell the Winter
Can such things be, and apprehend like a Winter Sun? From its highest seat entirety is touched. Woe into dew thaws, the intellect has no answer at last. An eye cannot bear to blink. No face is unfelt of its warmth, no heart left uncheered beneath, nor does any farewell quite endear, as when it […]
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It may very well represent an overstretched likelihood that my meanderings will, in times to come, coax to the reader some small benefit as may give to a happy, moral lifetime, though in truth it is not the driving concern.