[Of Earth] "Terrestrial heav'n, danced round by other heav'n/ ... With what delight I could have walked thee round/ If I could joy in aught, sweet interchange/ of hill and valley, rivers, woods, and plains/ Now land, now sea, and shores with forest crowned/ Rocks, dens, and caves; but I in none of these/ Find place or refuge; and the more I see/ Pleasures about me, so much the more I feel/ Torment within me..."
— Mar 08, 2026 01:01PM
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