It is not a carol of joy or glee, But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core,...
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I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
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Lay me down beneaf de willers in de grass, Whah de branch'll go a-singin' as it pass.
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With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of spirit, Fallen in the cause of the free. Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres. There is music in the midst of desolation And a glory that shines upon our tears. They went with songs to the battle, they were young, Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow. They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted, They fell with their faces to the foe. They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old; Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them. They mingle not with laughing comrades again; They sit no more at familiar tables of home; They have no lot in our labour of the day-time; They sleep beyond England's foam. But where our desires are and our hopes profound, Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight, To the innermost heart of their own land they are known As the stars are known to the Night; As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust, Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain, As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness, To the end, to the end, they remain.
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Death august and royal Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
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Fu' I t'ink de las' long res' Gwine to soothe my sperrit bes' If I's layin' 'mong de t'ings I's allus knowed.
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They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
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I think it was Laurence Olivier who said that one of the things you have to accept in art is that when you put your heart into doing something there will be people who don't like it for really good reasons, really smart people who don't like what you've done for very valid reasons. That is hard to accept, that there are really valid reasons for not liking anything. The astonishing thing is that there haven't been many valid reasons for anyone not to like this movie.
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So long as a man rides his Hobby-Horse peaceably and quietly along the King's highway, and neither compels you or me to get up behind him -- pray, Sir, what have either you or I to do with it?
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Everyone is in awe of the lion tamer in a cage with half a dozen lions -- everyone but a school bus driver
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Alack-o-day, replied the corporal ... your honour knows I have neither wife or child—I can have no sorrows in this world.
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First, whenever a man talks loudly against religion, always suspect that it is not his reason, but his passions, which have got the better of his creed. A bad life and a good belief are disagreeable and troublesome neighbors, and where they separate, depend upon it, 'Tis for no other cause but quietness sake.
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Attitudes to museums have changed. If it had Marilyn Monroe's knickers or Laurence Olivier's jockstrap they would flock to it.
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'Tis to rebuke a vicious taste which has crept into thousands besides herself,—of reading straight forwards, more in quest of the adventures...
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Positiveness is an absurd foible. If you are in the right, it lessens your triumph; if in the wrong, it adds shame to your defeat.
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The desire of knowledge, like the thirst for riches, increases ever with the acquisition of it.
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The circumstances with which every thing in this world is begirt, give every thing in this world its size and shape;—and by tightening it, o...
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So that if you would form a just judgment of what is of infinite importance to you not to be misled in,—namely, in what degree of real merit...
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Lessons of wisdom have the most power over us when they capture the heart through the groundwork of a story, which engages the passions.
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Upon looking back from the end of the last chapter and surveying the texture of what has been wrote, it is necessary, that upon this page and ...
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People who overly take care of their health are like misers. They hoard up a treasure which they never enjoy.
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A large volume of adventures may be grasped within this little span of life, by him who interests his heart in everything.
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There are worse occupations in this world than feeling a woman's pulse.
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In a hierarchy, every employee tends to rise to his level of incompetence.
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True Shandeism, think what you will against it, opens the heart and lungs, and like all those affections which partake of its nature, it force...
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But the desire of knowledge, like the thirst of riches, increases ever with the acquisition of it.... ——Endless is the Search of Tru...
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Courtship consists in a number of quiet attentions, not so pointed as to alarm, nor so vague as not to be understood.
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I will not argue the matter: Time wastes too fast: every letter I trace tells me with what rapidity Life follows my pen; the days and hours of...
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Solitude is the best nurse of wisdom.
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When ever a person talks loudly against religion, always suspect that it is not their reason, but their passions, which have got the better of their beliefs. A bad life and a good belief are disagreeable and troublesome neighbors; and when they separate, depend on it that it is for the sake of peace and quiet.
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