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Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.

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Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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Dance Drink World
The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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Average Conservatism Criticism Man
Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends and go.
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Fire Friend Hollow Light Shoulder
Tell me not here, it needs not saying, What tune the enchantress plays In aftermaths of soft September Or under blanching mays, For she and I were long acquainted And I knew all her ways.
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Action Field Long Play Tune
I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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Afraid Myself Stranger World
White in the moon the long road lies.
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The troubles of our proud and angry dust are from eternity, and shall not fail. Bear them we can, and if we can we must. Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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Beer Dust Eternity Exploit Hurry Inspirational Literature Reality Reveal Sky True
To justify God’s ways to man.
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God Justification Man One Liner Way
June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter’s cold, The lad that hopes for heaven Shall fill his mouth with mould.
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Heaven Himself Hope Store Warm
And malt does more than Milton can to justify God’s ways to man.
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Belief Believe Book Drink Food Greatness Hope Loyal Soul Today Worship Yesterday
His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away.
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Day Heart Himself Man Soul Woman
Lovers lying two and two Ask not whom they sleep beside, And the bridegroom all night through Never turns him to the bride.
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Boundation Feel Lover Lying Night Power Satisfy Self Esteem Sleep Try
And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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Cheer Doubt Ear Emotion Fear Scare Silence Sound Stop Worse
There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
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Fence Halt Happiness Happy Joy Mind Satisfy Soul
Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
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Effort Myself Time
On Wenlock Edge the wood’s in trouble;His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
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Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.

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