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All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.

A. E. Housman

Great literature should do some good to the reader: must quicken his perception though dull, and sharpen his discrimination though blunt, and mellow the rawness of his personal opinions.
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Knowledge Literature Low Mad Opinion Perception Personal Stupid Thinking
The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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White in the moon the long road lies.
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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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There, like the wind through woods in riot, Through him the gale of life blew high; The tree of man was never quiet: Then ’twas the Roman, now ’tis I.
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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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Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour, He stood and counted them and cursed his luck; And then the clock collected in the tower Its strength, and struck.
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Collection Count Curse Himself Strength
They put arsenic in his meat And stared aghast to watch him eat; They poured strychnine in his cup And shook to see him drink it up.
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Cup Drink Eat Meat
Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.
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Faith Grass Leave Myself Stone Wonder
The laws of God, the laws of man, He may keep that will and can; Not I: let God and man decree Laws for themselves and not for me.
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I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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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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All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
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Knot Lover Sever Tie Untrue
They say my verse is sad: no wonder; Its narrow measure spans Tears of eternity, and sorrow, Not mine. but man’s.
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Apostles Culture Equality Grace Men Mindset Pleasure Saint World
They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
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Concur Glory Knowledge Literature Man Masterwork Men P Writing
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

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