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Pale Fire
Vladimir Nabokov
I am he that walks with the tender and growing night; I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night. Press close barebosomed night! Press close magnetic nourishing night! Night of south winds! Night of the large few stars! Still nodding night! Mad naked summer night! Smile O voluptuous coolbreathed earth! Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees! Earth of departed sunset! Earth of the mountains misty-topt! Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue! Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river! Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake! Far-swooping elbowed earth! Rich apple-blossomed earth! Smile, for your lover comes!
Leaves of Grass
Walt Whitman, American Renaissance Books
She listened to the voice inside her head and it sounded dull and flat and wise as doom. It was leaden, it was enervating. As though even her blood were moving more slowly, thickening inside her.
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