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I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.

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The thoughts of others Were light and fleeting, Of lovers’ meeting Or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, And mine were steady; So I was ready When trouble came.
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Deep Feeling Light Love Lover Luck Thought Understand
A moment’s thought would have shown him. But a moment is a long time, and thought is a painful process.
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Believe Humanity Long Luck Moment Pain Painful Struggle
Tomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.
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The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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Break Dance Leaving Print
I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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Ears Earth Silence Worst
Look not in my eyes, for fear They mirror true the sight I see, And there you find your face too clear And love it and be lost like me.
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Eyes Face Fear Lost Love Myself Sight
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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Some men are more interesting than their books but my book is more interesting than its man.
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Book Interesting Man Men
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
To justify God’s ways to man.
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God Justification Man One Liner Way
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
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
Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.
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Ability Himself Nature Thinking Writing
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

I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.

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