Out of the earth to rest or range Perpetual in perpetual change, The unknown passing through the strange.
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But gathering as we stray, a sense Of Life, so lovely and intense,...
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Since the printing press came into being, poetry has ceased to be the delight of the whole community of man; it has become the amusement and delight of the few.
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There are few earthly things more beautiful than a university ... a place where those who hate ignorance may strive to know, where those who perceive truth may strive to make others see.
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They change, and we, who pass like foam, Like dust blown through the streets of Rome, Change ever, too; we have no home,
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Since moons decay and suns decline, How else should end this life of mine?
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In this life he laughs longest who laughs last.
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His face was filled with broken commandments.
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So shall I fight, so shall I tread, In this long war beneath the stars; So shall a glory wreathe my head, So shall I faint and show the scars, Until this case, this clogging mould, Be smithied all to kingly gold.
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To get the whole world out of bed And washed, and dressed, and warmed, and fed, To work, and back to bed again, Believe me, Saul, costs worlds of pain.
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Commonplace people dislike tragedy because they dare not suffer and cannot exult.
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