Poetry and visions, springing as they do from an ever-present sense of mortality, might easily appear morbid to the stur — Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist
Poetry and visions, springing as they do from an ever-present sense of mortality, might easily appear morbid to the stur — Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist
Poetry and visions, springing as they do from an ever-present sense of mortality, might easily appear morbid to the stur — Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist
Poetry and visions, springing as they do from an ever-present sense of mortality, might easily appear morbid to the stur — Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist
Poetry and visions, springing as they do from an ever-present sense of mortality, might easily appear morbid to the stur — Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist
Poetry and visions, springing as they do from an ever-present sense of mortality, might easily appear morbid to the stur — Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist
Poetry and visions, springing as they do from an ever-present sense of mortality, might easily appear morbid to the stur — Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist
Poetry and visions, springing as they do from an ever-present sense of mortality, might easily appear morbid to the stur — Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist
Poetry and visions, springing as they do from an ever-present sense of mortality, might easily appear morbid to the stur — Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist
Poetry and visions, springing as they do from an ever-present sense of mortality, might easily appear morbid to the stur — Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist
Poetry and visions, springing as they do from an ever-present sense of mortality, might easily appear morbid to the stur — Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist
Poetry and visions, springing as they do from an ever-present sense of mortality, might easily appear morbid to the stur — Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist
Poetry and visions, springing as they do from an ever-present sense of mortality, might easily appear morbid to the stur — Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist
Poetry and visions, springing as they do from an ever-present sense of mortality, might easily appear morbid to the stur — Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist
Poetry and visions, springing as they do from an ever-present sense of mortality, might easily appear morbid to the stur — Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist
Poetry and visions, springing as they do from an ever-present sense of mortality, might easily appear morbid to the stur — Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist
Poetry and visions, springing as they do from an ever-present sense of mortality, might easily appear morbid to the stur — Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist
Poetry and visions, springing as they do from an ever-present sense of mortality, might easily appear morbid to the stur — Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist
Poetry and visions, springing as they do from an ever-present sense of mortality, might easily appear morbid to the stur — Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist
Poetry and visions, springing as they do from an ever-present sense of mortality, might easily appear morbid to the stur — Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist
Poetry and visions, springing as they do from an ever-present sense of mortality, might easily appear morbid to the stur — Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist
Poetry and visions, springing as they do from an ever-present sense of mortality, might easily appear morbid to the stur — Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist
Poetry and visions, springing as they do from an ever-present sense of mortality, might easily appear morbid to the stur — Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist
Poetry and visions, springing as they do from an ever-present sense of mortality, might easily appear morbid to the stur — Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist
Poetry and visions, springing as they do from an ever-present sense of mortality, might easily appear morbid to the stur — Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist
Poetry and visions, springing as they do from an ever-present sense of mortality, might easily appear morbid to the stur — Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist
Poetry and visions, springing as they do from an ever-present sense of mortality, might easily appear morbid to the stur — Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist
Poetry and visions, springing as they do from an ever-present sense of mortality, might easily appear morbid to the stur — Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist
Poetry and visions, springing as they do from an ever-present sense of mortality, might easily appear morbid to the stur — Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist
Poetry and visions, springing as they do from an ever-present sense of mortality, might easily appear morbid to the stur — Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist
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Poetry and visions, springing as they do from an ever-present sense of mortality, might easily appear morbid to the sturdycommon sense of a burgher-class in the making.

— Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist
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