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All thoughts, all passions, all delightsWhatever stirs this mortal frameAll are but ministers of LoveAnd feed His sacred flame.

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Poetry the best words in the best order.

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Poetry is certainly something more than good sense, but it must be good sense at all events just as a palace is more than a house, but it must be a house, at least.

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An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches with spire steeples which point as with a silent finger to the sky and stars.

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Our own heart, and not other men's opinion, form our true honor.

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Language is the armoury of the human mind, and at once contains the trophies of its past and the weapons of its future conquests.

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Dvärgen ser längre än jätten när han får sitta på jättens axlar.

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If Rosa Parks had taken a poll before she sat down in the bus in Montgomery, she'd still be standing.

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I never said I had no idea about most of the things you said I said I had no idea about.

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A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.

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The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.

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Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.

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And see, no longer blinded by our eyes.

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We always love those who admire us; we do not always love those whom we admire.

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Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.

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But com'st a decent maid, In Attic robe array'd, O chaste, unboastful nymph, to thee I call!

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How sleep the brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest!

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In yonder Grave a Druid lies Where slowly winds the Stealing Wave!...

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For 'tis some virtue, virtue to commend.

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Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

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