 A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast And a lost pulse of feeling stirs again: The eye sinks inward, and the heart lies plain, And what we mean, we say, and what we would, we know.  The Dublin university magazine - Page 196by University magazine - 1855Full view - About this book
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