Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death!

“I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing the…”

“It was as if someone had taken a tiny bead of pure life and decking it as light…”

“But it is always a question whether I wish to avoid these glooms. These weeks g…”

“But I pine in Solitude. Solitude is my undoing.”