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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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Clay lies still, but blood’s a rover; Breath’s aware that will not keep. Up, lad: when the journey’s over then there’ll be time enough to sleep.
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I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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Animal Definition Myself Poetry
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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I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
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Business Life Men Motivation Think Thinking Young
In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
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Conceal Country Cunning
The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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Break Dance Leaving Print
Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
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Effort Myself Time
Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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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
Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out. Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.
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Draw Happiness Meaning Perfection Poetry Understand
Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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Dance Drink World
With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipped maiden And many a lightfoot lad.
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Friendship Heart Maidan
I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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Agree Discuss Fact Feeling One Liner Right Word Wrong
And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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Ears Earth Silence Worst
June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter’s cold, The lad that hopes for heaven Shall fill his mouth with mould.
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Heaven Himself Hope Store Warm

There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.

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