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"His twittering flock, anaemic and unreal.

I could not find among such bloodless roses,

a flower to match my crimson-hued ideal. "

"One must get the feeling of everything approaching and then disappearing, getting large, getting small, passing at different rates of speed"

"The terror, the overwhelming incapacity, one’s parents giving it into one’s hands, this life, to be lived to the end, to be walked with serenity; there was in the depths of her heart an awful fear”  

"Some cleavage of the dark there must have been, some channel in the depths of obscurity"

"I told my love, I told my love,

I told her all my heart,

Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.

Ah! she did depart!"

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