Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice; To be imprison'd... The British essayists; with prefaces by A. Chalmers - Page 73 by British essayists - 1802 Full view -
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