De Profundis
The one thing that gave me comfort was the written word. In Miserere mei, Deus, I found a form of prayer. Behind the yellow bars of my cell I watched the sunrise.
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The one thing that gave me comfort was the written word. In Miserere mei, Deus, I found a form of prayer. Behind the yellow bars of my cell I watched the sunrise.
The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days, perhaps tomorrow.
My darling, darling angel, what a place you have in my heart! When I am apart from you, I feel like a schoolboy who has lost his way.
I never knew before, what such a love as you have made me feel, was. I cannot conceive any beginning of such love as I have for you but beauty.
I want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair. I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days—three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
I want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair. I almost wish we were butterflies and lived but three summer days—three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
I wake filled with thoughts of you. Your portrait and the remembrance of last night's delirium have robbed my senses of repose.
I mean to confine myself in future to Mr. Tom Lefroy, for whom I don't care sixpence.