You will never reason about it, nor doubt, nor talk; the tide flows underneath into the laguna morta, and never wholly flows out.
"Literary Love-Letters and Other Stories"
Robert Herrick
I lie in the laguna morta, and the dead are under me, and the living are caught in my sea-weed.
"Literary Love-Letters and Other Stories"
Robert Herrick
Fifty-eight is the number indicating the Pope, and 52, morta che parla, is played by good simple women who have dreamt of their dead mother.
"Rome"
Mildred Anna Rosalie Tuker Hope Malleson