The future is ever a misted landscape, no man foreknows it, but at cyclical turns There is a change felt in the rhythm of events:
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Sports and gallantries, the stage, the arts, the antics of dancers, The exuberant voices of music,...
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He is strong and pain is worse to the strong, incapacity is worse.
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The heads of strong old age are beautiful beyond all grace of youth.
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It is good for man To try all changes, progress and corruption, powers, peace and anguish, not to go down the dinosaur's way Until all his capacities have been explored: and it is good for him To know that his needs and nature are no more changed, in fact, in ten thousand years than the beaks of eagles.
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And life, the flicker of men and moths and the wolf on the hill, Though furious for continuance, passionately feeding, passionately...
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Civilization is a transient sickness.
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The mad girl with the staring eyes and long white fingers Hooked in the stones of the wall,
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I tell you solemnly That I was sorry to have disappointed him. To be eaten by that beak and become part of him, to share those wings and ...
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Cruelty is a part of nature, at least of human nature, but it is the one thing that seems unnatural to us.
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Life is grown sweeter and lonelier, And death is no evil.
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man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the brave sun Die blind and blacken to the heart:...
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And you, America, that passion made you. You were not born to prosperity, you were born to love freedom....
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Love your eyes that can see, your mind that can Hear the music, the thunder of the wings. Love the wild swan.
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O passionately at peace when will that tide draw shoreward,
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Unmeasured power, incredible passion, enormous craft: no thought apparent but burns darkly...
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Pleasure is the carrot dangled to lead the ass to market or the precipice.
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Be great, carve deep your heel-marks. The states of the next age will no doubt remember you, and edge...
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Only the drum is confident, it thinks the world has not changed;
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How shall the dead taste the deep treasure they have?
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all the arts lose virtue Against the essential reality...
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This wild swan of a world is no hunter's game.
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The love of freedom has been the quality of Western man.
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