Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word! Give back my book and take my kiss instead. Was it my enemy or my friend I heard, What a big book for such a little head! Come, I will show you now my newest hat, And you may watch me purse my mouth and prink! Oh, I shall love you still, and all of that. I never again shall tell you what I think. I shall be sweet and crafty, soft and sly; You will not catch me reading any more: I shall be called a wife to pattern by; And some day when you knock and push the door, Some sane day, not too bright and not too stormy, I shall be gone, and you may whistle for me.
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April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.
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She looked into the distance, and the old terror flamed up for an instant, then sank again. Edna heard her father's voice and her sister Margaret's. She heard the barking of an old dog that was chained to the sycamore tree. The spurs of the cavalry officer clanged as he walked across the porch. There was the hum of bees, and the musky odor of pinks filled the air.
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Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;...
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let geese Gabble and hiss, but heroes seek release From dusty bondage into luminous air.
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Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen depart, be lost, but climb.
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Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling into at night. I miss you like hell.
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Death devours all lovely things; Lesbia with her sparrow Shares the darkness—presently Every bed is narrow.
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How strange a thing is death, bringing to his knees, bringing to his antlers/The buck in the snow.
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I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.
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My candle burns at both ends It will not last the night But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - It gives a lovely light.
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this wonder fled, Altered, estranged, disintegrated, lost. Nor shall my love avail you in your hour.
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Please give me some good advice in your next letter. I promise not to follow it.
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Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen; depart, be lost, but climb.
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A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public with his pants down.
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God, I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on Thy heart.
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It's not love's going hurts my days But that it went in little ways.
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It's not true that life is one damn thing after another it is one damn thing over and over.
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Set the foot down with distrust on the crust of the world -- it is thin.
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Sweet sounds, oh, beautiful music, do not cease! Reject me not into the world again....
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My candle burns at both ends
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends -
It gives a lovely light.
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Life in itself Is nothing,...
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My candle burns at both ends It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - It gives a lovely light.
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Pity me that the heart is slow to learn What the swift mind beholds at every turn.
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It is not true that life is one damn thing after another...It's one damn thing over and over.
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It is not true that life is one damn thing after another- it is one damn thing over and over.
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My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But, ah, my foes, and oh, my friends, It gives a lovely light.
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It mattering not how beautiful you were, Or how beloved above all else that dies.
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My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But, ah, my foes, and oh, my friends,
It gives a lovely light.
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Wasn't marriage, like life, unstimulating and unprofitable and somewhat empty when too well ordered and protected and guarded? Wasn't it finer, more splendid, more nourishing, when it was, like life itself, a mixture of the sordid and the magnificent; of mud and stars; of earth and flowers; of love and hate and laughter and tears and ugliness and beauty and hurt?
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