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To love at a distance and without hope ; never to possess ;
to dream chastely of pale charms and impossible kisses ex-
tinguished on the waxen brow of death : ah, that is some-
thing like it. a delicious straying away from the world,
and never the return. as only the unreal is not ignoble and
empty, existance must be admitted to be abominable. yes,
imagination is the only good thing which heaven vouch-
safes to the skeptic and pessimist, alarmed by the eternal
abjectness of life."