The Poetical Works of George Barlow In Ten [Eleven] Volumes |
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LXXVIII.
Who hath not felt despair
Hath never loved at all:
Yea, whoso sayeth that death doth not appal
Hath sought no grave, nor felt the darkness there.
Hath never loved at all:
Yea, whoso sayeth that death doth not appal
Hath sought no grave, nor felt the darkness there.
But whoso loveth well,
He sayeth with anguished heart,
“Thou glib and easy, smooth-tongued hope, depart!
Truth, truth alone, unbars the gates of hell.”
He sayeth with anguished heart,
“Thou glib and easy, smooth-tongued hope, depart!
Truth, truth alone, unbars the gates of hell.”
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