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And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
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"Alan, in a locked room at the top of this house, a room to which nobody but myself has access, a dead man is seated at a table. He has been dead ten hours now.
Oscar Wilde • The Picture of Dorian Gray
for ever still a messenger, a passenger, a tarrier, a-roving as a feather does, a weather-driven mariner.
J.R.R. Tolkien • Tales From The Perilous Realm
No man, proclaimed Donne, is an Island,
Neil Gaiman • American Gods
It fed the will, and it gave strength to endure, and to master sinew and limb beyond the measure of mortal kind.
J.R.R. Tolkien • The Lord of the Rings
“All along You thought The fiery current Of your lover’s breast Pulled you to the deep. But it was my heart-tide Releasing you To float adrift With seaweed.”
Delia Owens • Where the Crawdads Sing
Now moons decline and rise, Dead metaphors that looked alive. And you about to die Out past the water-clock of tides Naming and renaming your desires. You rode in wind And scarred the cheek Like the edge of an autumn leaf. I put you in your hollow ship With wine and bread to drift The wine-dark sea. You put me In my hollow ship. A memorized part of
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