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Tomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.

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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
Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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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
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
The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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Average Conservatism Criticism Man
Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
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Poetry Words Writing
I think that to transfuse emotion – not to transmit thought but to set up in the reader’s sense a vibration corresponding to what was felt by the writer – is the peculiar function of poetry.
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Emotion Poetry Reader Transmit
He would not stay for me, and who can wonder? He would not stay for me to stand and gaze. I shook his hand, and tore my heart in sunder, And went with half my life about my ways.
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Hands Life Myself Stand Stay Ways Wonder
This is for all ill-treated fellows Unborn and unbegot, For them to read when they’re in trouble And I am not.
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The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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When the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Enough Journey Sleep Time
I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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Choose Rid Words
Oh I have been to Ludlow fair, and left my necktie God knows where. And carried half way home, or near, pints and quarts of Ludlow beer.
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White in the moon the long road lies.
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The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
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Happiness Happy Joy Mind Satisfy Soul
Tomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.
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Tomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.

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