Quote#Death
With thy coming Melody was come
Quote byGeorge Eliot · 1819–1880
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Legend of Jubal (1869).
English (original)
With thy coming Melody was come. This was thy lot, to feel, create, bestow, And that immeasurable life to know From which the fleshly self falls shrivelled, dead, A seed primeval that has forests bred.
— George Eliot
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