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Over-soul

"The Supreme Critic on the errors of the past and the present, and the only prophet of that which must be, is that great nature in which we rest, as the earth lies in the soft arms of the atmosphere; that Unity, that Over-soul, within which every man's particular being is contained and made one with all other."

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I Am Dying

SEVERN—I—lift me up, for I am dying. I shall die easy. Don’t be frightened! Thank God it has come.

John Keats

Posted on January 22, 2009March 31, 2011Author aliCategories QuotationsAuthor John Keats

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