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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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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Please give me some good advice in your next letter. I promise not to follow it.
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this wonder fled, Altered, estranged, disintegrated, lost. Nor shall my love avail you in your hour.
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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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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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Set the foot down with distrust on the crust of the world -- it is thin.
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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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It's not love's going hurts my days But that it went in little ways.
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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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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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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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