There is a solitude of space
There is a solitude of space
A solitude of sea
A solitude of death, but these
Society shall be
Compared with that profounder site
That polar privacy
A soul admitted to itself —
Finite infinity.
Whenever a theory appears to you as the only possible one, take this as a sign that you have neither…
of John Dryden His imagination resembled the wings of an ostrich. It enabled him to run, though not to soar.
If there were a verb meaning "to believe falsely," it would not have any significant first person, present indicative.