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Stars, I have seen them fall, But when they drop and die No star is lost at all From all the star-sown sky. The toil of all that be Helps not the primal fault; It rains into the sea And still the sea is salt.
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Die Drop Fall Sky Stars
That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.
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Content Lost Myself Plain Shine
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
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
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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Boundation Feel Lover Lying Night Power Satisfy Self Esteem Sleep Try
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
And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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Ears Earth Silence Worst
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
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
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
But if you ever come to a road where danger; Or guilt or anguish or shame’s to share. Be good to the lad who loves you true, And the soul that was born to die for you; And whistle and I’ll be there.
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Born Dangerous Death Guilty Myself Road Shame Share Soul
The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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Average Conservatism Criticism Man
The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.
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Alone Hatton Lying Midnight Orion Prone Rain Strike Wester
Give me a land of boughs in leaf A land of trees that stand; Where trees are fallen there is grief; I love no leafless land.
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Grief Land Love Myself Stand Tree
I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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Animal Definition Myself Poetry
Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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