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Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.

John Dryden

Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
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Force Happiness Land Winter
The winds are out of breath.
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Breathe Wind
He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
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Creation Dew Greatness Himself Morning Spirit
More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store.
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Desire Hungry Liberty Store
Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.
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Death End Grave Kind Mourn
Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
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Human Kind Mindset Worst
The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
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Gift Heaven Liberty Life Love
Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
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Errors Flow Gratitude Surface
Beware of the fury of the patient man.
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Beware Man Patience
An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
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Fear Horrible Ourselves Silence Temptation
All heiresses are beautiful.
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Beautiful One Liner
Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.
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Anger Cherish Disappear Forget
He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.
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Himself Scene
As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
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Enemy One Liner Seek Shine
While I am compassed round With mirth, my soul lies hid in shades of grief, Whence, like the bird of night, with half-shut eyes, She peeps, and sickens at the sight of day.
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Day Eyes Round Shade Sight Soul
Imagining is in itself the very height and life of poetry, which, by a kind of enthusiasm or extraordinary emotion of the soul, makes it seem to us that we behold those things which the poet paints.
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Emotion Enthusiasm Height Imagination Paint Poet Soul

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