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When the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.

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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
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
The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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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
Three minutes thought would suffice to find this out; but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time.
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Free Funny Humor Ignorance Irksome Object Plan Time
Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
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Believe Earth Heaven Life Love Strong True Universe
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
They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
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Concur Glory Knowledge Literature Man Masterwork Men P Writing
I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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When the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Enough Journey Sleep Time
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
Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.
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Faith Grass Leave Myself Stone Wonder
Here dead lie we because we did not choose to live and shame the land from which we sprung. Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose; but young men think it is, and we were young.
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Die Hope Irony Lesson Life Lying Memory Shame War Wish
Tomorrow, more’s the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.
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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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Choose Rid Words
Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
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