Language of the liberal dead speaks From the soil of Highgate, tears Show a great water table is intact. You cannot leave England, it turns A planet majestically in the mind.
Peter Porter (poet)
Much have I travelled in the realms of gold for which I thank the Paddington and Westminster Public Libraries.
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mind language
In the New World, happiness is enforced.
happiness
Somewhere at the heart of the universe sounds the true mystic note: Me.
sound
Redeemers always reach the world too late. God dies, we live; God lives, we die. Our fate.
fate
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