<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396802" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Modern Love XLVIII: Their Sense</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their sense is with their senses all mixed in, <br>Destroyed by subleties these women are! <br>More brain, O Lord, more brain! or we shall mar <br>Utterly this fair garden we might win. <br>Behold! I looked for peace, and thought it near. <br>Our inmost hearts had opened, each to each. <br>We drank the pure daylight of honest speech. <br>Alas I that was the fatal draught, I fear. <br>For when of my lost Lady came the word, <br>This woman, O this agony of flesh! <br>Jealous devotion bade her break the mesh, <br>That I might seek that other like a bird. <br>I do adore the nobleness! despise <br>The act! She has gone forth, I know not where. <br>Will the hard world my sentience of her share? <br>I feel the truth; so let the world surmise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Meredith">George Meredith</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396802" data-title="Modern Love XLVIII: Their Sense de George Meredith" data-description="Their sense is with their senses all mixed in, Destroyed by subleties these women are! More brain, O Lord, more brain! or we shall mar Utterly this fair garden we might win. Behold! I looked for peace, and thought it near. Our inmost hearts h..."></div> </div> </div>

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