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Hate is a fear, and fear is rot That cankers root and fruit alike, Fight cleanly then, hate not, fear not, Strike with no madness when you strike.

Robert Graves

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
The sap of Spring in the young wood a-stir Will celebrate with green the Mother, And every song-bird shout awhile for her; But we are gifted, even in November Rawest of seasons, with so huge a sense Of Her nakedly worn magnificence We forget cruelty and past betrayal, Heedless of where the next bright bolt may fall.
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Affection Betrayal Child Children Family Feeling God Husband Mother Motherhood Sacrifice Song Soul
There is no such thing as good writing, only good rewriting.
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Famous Writer Mission One Liner Personal Rare Reveal Secret Writing
The gas-cylinders had by this time been put into position on the front line. A special order came round imposing severe penalties on anyone who used any word but “accessory” in speaking of the gas. This was to keep it secret, but the French civilians knew all about the scheme long before this.
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Bow Champion Frustrate Long Order Reward Success Tear War Wind Won
Every fairy child may keep Two strong ponies and ten sheep; All have houses, each his own, Built of brick or granite stone; They live on cherries, they run wild I’d love to be a Fairy’s child.
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Attack Bells Children Consequence Foam History Humanity Kingdom Rule Running Sanity Slave Strong
We forget cruelty and past betrayal, Heedless of where the next bright bolt may fall.
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Betrayal Fall Flashback Lost Deep Memory Past Revenge Strong Success
This seems to me a philosophical question, and therefore irrelevant, question. A poet’s destiny is to love.
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Destiny Irrelevant Love Philosophy Poet Question
To be a poet is a condition rather than a profession.
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Beautiful Condition Effect Impress Impressive Poet Poetry Profession Result Saying Wide
The sap of Spring in the young wood a-stir Will celebrate with green the Mother, And every song-bird shout awhile for her; But we are gifted, even in November Rawest of seasons, with so huge a sense Of Her nakedly worn magnificence We forget cruelty and past betrayal, Heedless of where the next bright bolt may fall.
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Affection Betrayal Child Children Family Feeling God Husband Mother Motherhood Sacrifice Song Soul
There’s a cool web of language winds us in, Retreat from too much joy or too much fear: We grow sea-green at last and coldly die In brininess and volubility.
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Change Flashback Happy Joy Life Moment Movement Sea Summer Weather Wind
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
No honest theologian therefore can deny that his acceptance of Jesus as Christ logically binds every Christian to a belief in reincarnation – in Elias case (who was later John the Baptist) at least.
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Acceptance Belief Himself Honesty Logic
I made no more protests. What was the use of struggling against fate.
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Fate Myself Protest Struggle
Prose books are the show dogs I breed and sell to support my cat.
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Book Breed Cat Dog
Any honest housewife would sort them out, Having a nose for fish, an eye for apples.
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I have done many impious things–no great ruler can do otherwise. I have put the good of the Empire before all human considerations. To keep the Empire free from factions I have had to commit many crimes.
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Crime Done Empire Empires Equality Great Kingdom Ruler Slave Story

Hate is a fear, and fear is rot That cankers root and fruit alike, Fight cleanly then, hate not, fear not, Strike with no madness when you strike.

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