It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well ; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles... A cyclopædia of poetical quotations, arranged by H.G. Adams - Página 368 por Cyclopaedia - 1853 - 733 páginas Vista completa -
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