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What name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than mortal seems thy countenances.

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There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen.
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Agreement Burden Light Pen Poet
I saw the tracks of angels in the earth: the beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world.
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Angel Beautiful Earth Walk World
Alack our life, so beautiful to see, With how much ease life losest, in a day, What many years with pain and toil amassed!
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Beautiful Life Pain
I have taken pride in others, never in myself.
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Myself Pride
Rarely do great beauty and great virtue dwell together.
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Greatness Togetherness
And I live on, but in grief and self-contempt, Left here without the light I loved so much, In a great tempest and with shrouds unkempt.
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Greatness Grief Light Live Love Myself
Death had his grudge against me, and he got up in the way, like an armed robber, with a pike in his hand.
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Death Grudge Hands Himself
Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.
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Bitterness Endurance Mortal Present
Go, grieving rimes of mine, to that hard stone Whereunder lies my darling, lies my dear, And cry to her to speak from heaven’s sphere.
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Cry Grief Heaven Lying
Great errors seldom originate but with men of great minds.
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Error Men Mind
My flowery and green age was passing away, and I feeling a chill in the fires had been wasting my heart, for I was drawing near the hillside above the grave.
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Age Chill Draw Feeling Flower Green Myself
Ruthless striving, overcomes everything.
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Overcome Ruthless Strive
A short cut to riches is to subtract from our desires.
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Desire Ourselves Rich
When the poet died his cat was put to death and mummified.
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Animal Cat Death Poet
Events appear sad, pleasant, or painful, not because they are so in reality, but because we believe them to be so and the light in which we look at them depends upon our own judgment.
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Appearance Judgement Ourselves Pain Reality Sadness
How difficult it is to save the bark of reputation from the rocks of ignorance.
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Bark Difficult Ignorance Save

What name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than mortal seems thy countenances.

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