The rawness of old love, of that spirit love, given surely, through the senses - ours is not a trivial mortal affection.

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The rawness of old love, of that spirit love, given surely, through the senses - ours is not a trivial mortal affection.
It was quite true, some poets have a blind craving for a complete evolution of heart and spirit.
It is tragic how her generous spirit of the heart flowed to sadness.
Pride and temper manifest in a heavy spirit.
I resolved to master a new spirit and wish for strength in this unlikely hour.
Her spirit and heart came round out of doors: She would be happy entirely alone, and every breath so full of life.