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I was last in Rome in AD 540 when it was full of Goths and their heavy horses. It has changed a great deal since then.

Robert Graves

Hardly one soldier in a hundred was inspired by religious feeling of even the crudest kind. It would have been difficult to remain religious in the trenches even if one had survived the irreligion of the training battalion at home.
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Home Religious Soldier Survive
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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Crowd Desire Fire Goal Heart Hide Life Murder Pear Rise Street Tree Want Won
I was thinking, “So, I’m Emperor, am I? What nonsense! But at least I’ll be able to make people read my books now.
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Book Energy Innovation Mind People Positive Secrecy Solitude Soul Think Thinking
The gift of independence once granted cannot be lightly taken away again.
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Always Freedom Gem God Granted Heart Independence Pure Soul Taken True
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
If I thought that any poem of mine could have been written by anyone else, either a contemporary or a forerunner, I should suppress it with a blush; and I should do the same if I ever found I were imitating myself. Every poem should be new, unexpected, inimitable, and incapable of being parodied.
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Blow Champion Hobby Idea Reading Reward Talk Unexpected Wind Won Writing
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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I made no more protests. What was the use of struggling against fate.
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Fate Myself Protest Struggle
We forget cruelty and past betrayal, Heedless of where the next bright bolt may fall.
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Betrayal Cruelty Fall Past
To be a poet is a condition rather than a profession.
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Condition Poet Profession
She tells her love while half asleep, In the dark hours, With half-words whispered low: As Earth stirs in her winter sleep And puts out grass and flowers Despite the snow, Despite the falling snow.
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Fall Flower Heaven Journey Life Luck Proud Sleep Spark Waiting
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
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
I don’t really feel my poems are mine at all. I didn’t create them out of nothing. I owe them to my relations with other people.
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Beautiful Effect Impress Impressive Noble People Poet Poetry Relation Result Saying Simplicity Widely
Kill if you must, but never hate: Man is but grass and hate is blight, The sun will scorch you soon or late, Die wholesome then, since you must fight
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Culture Dream Fight Hate Light Machine Men Passion Root Vision
No poem is worth anything unless it starts from a poetic trance, out of which you can be wakened by interruption as from a dream. In fact, it is the same thing.
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Beautiful Dream Effect Fact Impressive Noble Poet Poetic Poetry Result Saying Simplicity Widely

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