Oh I have been to Ludlow fair, and left my necktie God knows where. And carried half way home, or near, pints and quarts of Ludlow beer.
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Oh I have been to Ludlow fair, and left my necktie God knows where. And carried half way home, or near, pints and quarts of Ludlow beer.
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Good religious poetry… is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout.
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Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
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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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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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White in the moon the long road lies.
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And malt does more than Milton can to justify God’s ways to man.
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Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies, But keep your fancy free.
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And how am I to face the odds Of man’s bedevilment and God’s? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.
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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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We now to peace and darkness And earth and thee restore Thy creature that thou madest And wilt cast forth no more.
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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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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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In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
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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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Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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