It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well ; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles... The Literary Reader: For Academies and High Schools: Consisting of ... - Стр. 144 авторы: Arethusa Hall - 1851 - Страниц: 408 Полный просмотр -
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