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Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.

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I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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Afraid Myself Stranger World
Who made the world I cannot tell; ‘Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.
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Hands Hell Myself World
I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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Choose Rid Words
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
The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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Break Dance Leaving Print
I think that to transfuse emotion – not to transmit thought but to set up in the reader’s sense a vibration corresponding to what was felt by the writer – is the peculiar function of poetry.
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Emotion Poetry Reader Transmit
All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.
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Human Knowledge Precious Service
When the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Enough Journey Limit Order Rich Sleep Struggle Success Time
Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
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Poetry Words Writing
When the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Enough Journey Sleep Time
The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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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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Conceal Country Cunning
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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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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Business Chance Luck Motivation One Liner Think Thinking Trouble Young
Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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Drink Fellow Hurt
His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away.
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Day Heart Himself Man Soul Woman

Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill.

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