It is strange how the existence of happiness completes your heart even when body is gone. Men seldom cherish the solace of declining years.

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It is strange how the existence of happiness completes your heart even when body is gone. Men seldom cherish the solace of declining years.

Together, they would brave all. They stepped or, more correctly, felt irresistibly impelled by the sweet ring of progress beyond the line of storms.

If he remained, a stranger of my love, time, I'm well aware, is impracticable to convince me to settle.

Day and night patiently enduring the gradual return back to soft thaw winds, and warm sunshine. The snow is quite gone darling, spring so sweet I feel that it would cure you.

You have heart and nerves, Why conceal them? Pride lies with a sweet smile on her face; Her life closed to the end in this abyss.

I took such a taste for this solitary rambling that I did not fear breaking forth alone. My confidence proved plenty and sheltered by my cautious counsel I went wandering in search of myself.

The emotional responses were unexpected results. Naturally we were hubristic. We underestimate the complexity the intensity of poetry.

A certain quiet distraction made me rather lax with his cigars on the mantel and a hundred books, from sofa to table, every corner stacked.

The snow began to drive thickly, I, without coat appeared in the yard at length in the radiance of rough weather. I stared at my beautiful hostess.

I found that we seem to all be looking for the light.
