A clutch of pieces about what could happen after death.......maybe.
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"The answer is at the back of the mirror, says Alice, where truth lies."
(R.S. Thomas - Contradictions)
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'He wakes or sleeps with the enduring dead; thou canst not soar where he is sitting now- Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow back to the burning fountain whence it came, a portion of the Eternal.'
P.B. Shelley, Adonais, stanza 38.
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'Pale primroses, that die unmarried, ere they can behold bright Phoebus in his strength - a malady most incident to maids; bold oxlips and the crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, the flower-de-luce being one.'
Shakespeare, The Winter's Tale Act 4, sc.3.
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'And now in age I bud again,
After so many deaths I live and write;
I once more smell the dew and rain.'
George Herbert, The Flower, 1633.
