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Monthly Archives: December 2012
How vainly men themselves amaze To win the palm, the oak, or bays; And their uncessant labors see Crowned from some single herb or tree, Whose short and narrow-vergèd shade Does prudently their toils upbraid; While all the flowers and trees do close To weave the garlands of repose. Fair Quiet, have I found thee …
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There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion. Edgar Allan Poe (via middecember)