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The butterfly, a cabbage-white, (His honest idiocy of flight) Will never now, it is too late, Master the art of flying straight.

Robert Graves

Kaisers and Czars will strut the stage Once more with pomp and greed and rage; Courtly ministers will stop At home and fight to the last drop; By the million men will die In some new horrible agony.
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Prose books are the show dogs I breed and sell to support my cat.
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Book Breed Cat Dog
There is no such thing as good writing, only good rewriting.
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Goodness Poet Writing
As was the custom in such cases, the pear tree was charged with murder and sentenced to be uprooted and burned.
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Burn Case Custom Murder
About this business of being a gentleman: I paid so heavily for the fourteen years of my gentleman’s education that I feel entitled, now and then, to get some sort of return.
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Business Education Gentleman Heavily Return
If I were a young man With my bones full of marrow, Oh, if I were a bold young man Straight as an arrow, I’d store up no virtue For Heaven’s distant plain, I’d live at ease as I did please And sin once again.
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Arrow Concur Heaven Knowledge Literature Man Masterwork Men Power Writing
Since the age of 15 poetry has been my ruling passion and I have never intentionally undertaken any task or formed any relationship that seemed inconsistent with poetic principles; which has sometimes won me the reputation of an eccentric.
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Age Encourage Great Greatness Interest Life Passion People Principle Proof Spiritual Support
New beginnings and new shoots Spring again from hidden roots Pull or stab or cut or burn, Love must ever yet return.
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Beginning Hide Love Return
Before an attack, the platoon pools all its available cash and the survivors divide it up afterwards. Those who are killed can’t complain, the wounded would have given far more than that to escape as they have, and the unwounded regard the money as a consolation prize for still being here.
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Complaining Emotion Hero Legend Life Power Risk Strong Survivor War
Love at first sight’some say misnaming Discovery of twinned helplessness Against the huge tug of procreation. But friendship at first sight? This also Catches fiercely at the surprised heart So that the cheek blanches then blushes.
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Crowd Desire Discovery Fire Goal Heart Hide Life Rise Sight Street Want Won
There’s no money in poetry, but then there’s no poetry in money, either.
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Money Poetry Worth
When a dream is born in you With a sudden clamorous pain, When you know the dream is true And lovely, with no flaw nor stain, O then, be careful, or with sudden clutch You’ll hurt the delicate thing you prize so much.
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Born Delicate Dreams Pain True Yourself
A perfect poem is impossible. Once it had been written, the world would end. Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
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Famous Writer Immature Mission One Liner Perfect Personal Poetry Rare Reveal Secret Writing
The butterfly, a cabbage-white, (His honest idiocy of flight) Will never now, it is too late, Master the art of flying straight.
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Art Beautiful Butterfly Effect Impress Impressive Refuge Result Saying Stills Truth White Widely
Let all the poison that lurks in the mud, hatch out.
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Genuine Idea Inspiration Life Motivation Mud Obscure One Liner Poison Saying Shakespeare True
I made no more protests. What was the use of struggling against fate
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Culture Fate Intellectual Journey Lesson Moral relief Struggle Taught

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