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If I stoop Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud, It is but for a time; I press God's lamp ...
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So free we seem, so fettered fast we are.
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Better have failed in the high aim, as I, Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed As, God be than...
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I trust in Nature for the stable laws Of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant And Autumn ga...
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Whenever a separation is made between liberty and justice, neither, in my opinion, is safe.
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Let my hand, This hand, lie in your own--my own true friend; Aprile! Hand-in-hand with you, A...
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Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away.
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God's in His Heaven-- All's right with the world!
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What I aspired to be and was not, comforts me.
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This could but have happened once, And we missed it, lost it forever.
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Hand Grasps at hand, eye lights eye in good friendship, And great hearts expand And grow...
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Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what's a heaven for?
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Who hears music, feels his solitude
Peopled at once.
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I count life just a stuff to try the soul's strength on.
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Never the time and the place and the loved one all together!
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Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made:...
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Make no more giants, God!But elevate the race at once!
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One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dr...
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When the fight begins within himself, a man's worth something.
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No sketches first, no studies, that
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O lyric Love, half angel and half bird. And all a wonder and a wild desire.
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It's like those eerie stories nurses tell,
Of how some actor on a stage played Death,
With pas...
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Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.
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So free we seem, so fettered we are!
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The year
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Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
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That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he never could recaptur...
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Less is more.
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And gain is gain, however small.
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Our aspirations are our possibilities.
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What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.
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Go practice if you please with men and women: leave a child alone for Christ's particular love's sak...
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Inscribe all human effort with one word, artistry's haunting curse, the Incomplete!
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Ignorance is not innocence, but sin.
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My sun sets to rise again.
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Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
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Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what's a heaven for?
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I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten ...
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What I aspired to be and was not, comforts me.
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'Tis not what man does which exalts him, but what man Would do!
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Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do.
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Stung by the splendor of a sudden thought.
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Where the apple reddens never pry -- lest we lose our Edens, Eve and I.
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It's wiser being good than bad; It's safer being meek than fierce: It's fitter being sane than...
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Good strong thick stupefying incense-smoke!
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There's a woman like a dew-drop, She's so purer than the purest.
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All will be gay when noontide wakes anew The buttercups, the little children's dower.
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Autumn wins you best by this, its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay.
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Good, to forgive; Best to forget.
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No, when the fight begins within himself, A man's worth something.
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'Tis not what man Does which exalts him, but what man Would do.
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The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.
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It's a long time between drinks.
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When the liquor's out, why clink the cannikin?
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Oh, to be in England, Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees some mor...
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A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.
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God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinq...
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Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?
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Day! Faster and more fast, O'er night's brim, day boils at last; Boils, pure gold, o'er ...
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A minute's success pays the failure of years.
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I show you doubt, to prove that faith exists.
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Why comes temptation, but for man to meet and master and crouch beneath his foot, and so be pedestal...
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To me at least was never evening yet But seemed far beautifuller than its day.
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Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
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No, when the fight begins within himself, A man's worth something.
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A minute's success pays the failure of years.
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Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.
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The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!
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Take away love and our earth is a tomb.
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All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.
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Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious men still climb and climb,...
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Only I discern Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn.
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If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents.
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The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While c...
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Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.
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Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.
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Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts.
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Ignorance is not innocence but sin.
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Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?
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I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to...
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Love is energy of life.
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What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all; Cram in a day, what his youth took a...
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So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.
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But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one's eyes...
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One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dr...
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Her voice changed like a bird's: There grew more of the music, and less of the words.
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I was made and meant to look for you and wait for you and become yours forever.
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Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.
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All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.
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how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet
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There shall never be one lost good! What was shall live as before; The evil is null, is nought, ...
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My star, God's glowworm.
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So may glory from defect arise.
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In some time, his good time, I shall arrive; He guides me and the bird In his good time.
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Progress is The law of life, man is not Man as yet.
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Like plants in mines, which never saw the sun, But dream of him, and guess where he may be, An...
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Finds progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beast's; God is, they are...
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For the preacher's merit or demerit, It were to be wished that the flaws were fewer In the ear...
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Just my vengeance complete, The man sprang to his feet, Stood erect, caught at God's skirts, a...
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Perhaps one has to be very old before one learns to be amused rather than shocked.
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Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pede...
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The rain set early in tonight,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down f...
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Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts.
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Only I discern Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn.
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For thence,--a paradox Which comforts while it mocks,-- Shall life succeed in that it seems to...
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I give the fight up; let there be an end, A privacy, an obscure nook for me, I want to be forg...
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Italy, my Italy! Queen Mary's saying serves for me-- (When fortune's malice Lost her Cal...
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From the sprinkled isles, Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.
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Dear, dead women, with such hair, too--what's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their...
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What? Was man made a wheel-work to wind up, And be discharged, and straight wound up anew? No...
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Love, hope, fear, faith--these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.
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Then I cast loose my buff coat, each halter let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt an...
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But how carve way i' the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?
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What's the earth With all its art, verse, music, worth - Compared with love, found, gained, and kept...
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Grow old along with me the best is yet to be.
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Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp - or what's a heaven for?
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Truth never hurts the teller.
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Truth lies within ourselves: it takes no rise from outward things, whatever you may believe. There i...
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Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a ribbon to stick in his coat; Found the one...
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"With this same key Shakespeare unlocked his heart," once more! Did Shakespeare? If so, the l...
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And I have written three books on the soul, Proving absurd all written hitherto, And putting u...
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Why comes temptation, but for man to meet and master and crouch beneath his foot, and so be pedesta...
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Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so b...
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It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to m...
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The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.
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That low man seeks a little thing to do, Sees it and does it; This high man, with a great thin...
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In the great right of an excessive wrong.
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One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Ne...
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Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?
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Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.
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Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.
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In heaven I yearn for knowledge, account all else inanity; On earth I confess an itch for the praise...
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Still ailing, Wind? Wilt be appeased or no?
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Four great walls in the New Jerusalem, / Meted on each side by the angel's reed, / For Leonard, Rafa...
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Reads verse and thinks she understands.
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So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon, / Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon!
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Outside are the storms and strangers: We - Oh, close, safe and warm sleep I and she, I - and she
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So, fall asleep love, loved by me....for I know love, I am loved by thee.
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God is the perfect poet.
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Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died away; / Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, r...
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Everyone soon or late comes round by Rome.
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But all, the world's coarse thumb / And finger failed to plumb, / So passed in making up the main ac...
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A fierce vindictive scribble of red.
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The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheek...
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Who fished the murex up? / What porridge had John Keats?
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Why comes temptation but for man to meet/ And master and make crouch beneath his foot, / And so be p...
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The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.
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They're not very talented, but they didn't give up. They hustled, they worked and they did what they...
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Then, welcome each rebuff / That turns earth's smoothness rough, / Each sting that bids nor sit nor ...
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Our interest's on the dangerous edge of things. The honest thief, the tender murderer, the superstit...
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Any nose
May ravage with impunity a rose.
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It is the glory and good of Art
That Art remains the one way possible
Of speaking truth - ...
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Grow old with me, the best is yet to be.
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There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand.
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Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our t...
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Oh, to be in England Now that April's there
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Or, my scrofulous French novel / On grey paper with blunt type! / Simply glance at it, you grovel / ...
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Just the one prize vouchsafed unworthy me, / Seven years a gardener of the untoward ground.
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Boston's a hole, the herring-pond is wide.
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There's a great text in Galatians, / Once you trip on it, entails / Twenty-nine distinct damnations,...
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What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?
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Where sportive ladies leave their doors ajar.
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But there are times when patience proves at fault.
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O world as God has made it! All is beauty.
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Feast of Etheldreda, Abbess of Ely, c.678 Continuing a short series on authenticity: For the preach...
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A people is but the attempt of many To rise to the completer life of one-- And those who live ...
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God is the perfect poet, / Who in his person acts his own creations.
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The year's at the spring / And day's at the morn; / Morning's at seven; / The hillside's dew-pearled...
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When a man's busy, why leisure Strikes him as wonderful pleasure: Faith, and at leisure once is he? ...
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Any nose may ravage with impunity a rose
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But facts are facts and flinch not
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Dauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set, / And blew.
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Dante, who loved well because he hated, / Hated wickedness that hinders loving.
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So free we seem, so fettered fast we are
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I heard a sound as of scraping tripe, / And putting apples wondrous ripe, / Into a cider- press's gr...
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Such ever was love's way; to rise, it stoops
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Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs,/ The not-incurious in God's handiwork.
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With shrieking and squeaking / In fifty different sharps and flats.
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White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so: life's bus...
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It was roses, roses, all the way, / With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.
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Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made.
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Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?
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Lied is a rough phrase; say he fell from truth
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All service ranks the same with God: With God, whose puppets, best and worst, Are we; there is no la...
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God is seen God In the star, in the stone, in the flesh, in the soul and the clod
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All's over, then; does truth sound bitter / As one at first believes? / Hark, 'tis the sparrows' goo...
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I had told the kids that I honestly didn't think we would be in the playoffs unless we won the tourn...
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Lo, life again knocked laughing at the door! The world goes on, goes ever, in and through, And out a...
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Progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beasts': God is, they are, Man partly...
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All men on whom the Higher Nature has stamped the Love of Truth, should especially concern themselve...
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One wise man's verdict outweighs all the fools'
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How very hard it is / To be a Christian!
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I don't know; maybe the guys who got the chance to start were more focused and ready to play.
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Ages past the soul existed, / Here an age 'tis resting merely.
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Our guards really worked hard this summer on their shooting. You can't rely on your shooting all the...
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And after April, when May follows, / And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows!
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Round the cape of a sudden came the sea, And the sun looked over the mountain's rim: And straight wa...
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Let me not know that all is lost, though lost it be - leave me not tied to this despair, this corpse...
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Better have failed in the high aim, as I, Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed, As God be thanked! I...
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The rest may reason and welcome; 'tis we musicians know.
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For thence - a paradox Which comforts while it mocks, - Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail: What I aspired to be, And was not, comforts me: A brute I might have been, but would not sink i' the scale

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For thence - a paradox Which comforts while it mocks, - Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail: What I aspired to be, And was not, comforts me: A brute I might have been, but would not sink i' the scale

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