Quote #57

O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap May who ne'er hung there.

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  2. No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief, More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring.
  3. I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent This night!
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