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The Angels were all singing out of tune And hoarse with having little else to do Excepting to wind up the sun and moon Or curb a runaway young star or two.

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For the sword outwears its sheath And the soul wears out the breast And the heart must pause to breathe And love itself have rest

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I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all. Marriage

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Friendship is Love without his wings! Love

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'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it. Death

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Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!

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Yes, love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fire with angels shared, by Allah given to lift from earth our low desire.

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With death doomed to grapple, / Beneath this cold slab, he / Who lied in the chapel / Now lies in the Abbey.

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With just enough of learning to misquote.

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Why I came here, I know not; where I shall go it is useless to inquire - in the midst of myriads of the living and the dead worlds, stars, systems, infinity, why should I be anxious about an atom?

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Who loves, raves.

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When we two parted / In silence and tears,/ Half broken-hearted / To sever for years, / Pale grew thy cheek and cold, / Colder thy kiss;/ Truly that hour foretold / Sorrow to this.

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When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.

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When one subtracts from life infancy (which is vegetation), sleep, eating and swilling, buttoning and unbuttoning - how much remains of downright existence? The summer of a dormouse.

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When one subtracts from life infancy (which is vegetation), sleep, eating and swilling, buttoning and unbuttoning -- how much remains of downright existence? The summer of a dormouse.

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When Bishop Berkeley said `there was no matter', / And proved it - 'twas no matter what he said.

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What is hope? nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.

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Truth is always strange, stranger than fiction.

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To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all.

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To have joy one must share it. Happiness was born a twin.

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Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.

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Though sages may pour out their wisdom's treasure, there is no sterner moralist than pleasure.

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This man is freed from servile bands, Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And leaving nothing, yet hath all.

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This place is the Devil, or at least his principal residence, they call it the University, but any other appellation would have suited it much better, for study is the last pursuit of the society; the Master eats, drinks, and sleeps, the Fellows drink, dispute and pun, the employments of the undergraduates you will probably conjecture without my description.

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Think not I am what I appear.

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There is, in fact, no law or government at all [in Italy]; and it is wonderful how well things go on without them.

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There is a tide in the affairs of women, Which, taken at the flood, leads God knows where

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The poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still the master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, Unhonour'd falls, unnoticed all his worth, Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth, While man, vain insect hopes to be forgiven, And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.

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The poor dog, in life the firmest friend. The first to welcome, foremost to defend.

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The heart will break, but broken live on.

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