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But men at whiles are sober And think by fits and starts. And if they think, they fasten Their hands upon their hearts.

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The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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But if you ever come to a road where danger; Or guilt or anguish or shame’s to share. Be good to the lad who loves you true, And the soul that was born to die for you; And whistle and I’ll be there.
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Born Dangerous Death Guilty Myself Road Shame Share Soul
I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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Animal Definition Myself Poetry
Some men are more interesting than their books but my book is more interesting than its man.
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Book Interesting Man Men
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
Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.
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Believe Greatness Hope Loyal Lying Soul Today Worship Yesterday
Who made the world I cannot tell; ‘Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.
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Hands Hell Myself World
And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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Ears Earth Silence Worst
Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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Drink Fellow Hurt
When the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Enough Journey Sleep Time
Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
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Poetry Words Writing
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
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
Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
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Goodness Sick World
That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.
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Content Lost Myself Plain Shine
Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.
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Act Experience Memory Morning Poetry Skin Teaching

But men at whiles are sober And think by fits and starts. And if they think, they fasten Their hands upon their hearts.

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