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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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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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Ears Earth Silence Worst
Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
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Bloom Flower Nature Tree
On Wenlock Edge the wood’s in trouble;His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
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Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.
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Goodness Sick World
The troubles of our proud and angry dust are from eternity, and shall not fail. Bear them we can, and if we can we must. Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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Beer Dust Eternity Exploit Hurry Inspirational Literature Reality Reveal Sky True
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
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
Tomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.
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When the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Enough Journey Sleep Time
Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
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Effort Myself Time
The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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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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Believe Humanity Long Luck Moment Pain Painful Struggle
They say my verse is sad: no wonder; Its narrow measure spans Tears of eternity, and sorrow, Not mine. but man’s.
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Apostles Culture Equality Grace Men Mindset Pleasure Saint World
All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
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Knot Lover Sever Tie Untrue

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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