I am at the sea - at Island Bay in fact - lying flat on my face on the warm white sand. And before me the sea stretches.
1907, The Letters and Journals of Katherine Mansfield
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She herself had had a deep sense of poetry; she remembered going to sleep with Shelley under her pillow.
The Last September, Elizabeth Bowen
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I want what world there is behind your eyes
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