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“We may talk what we please,” he cries in his enthusiasm for the oldest of the arts, “of lilies, and lions rampant, and spread eagles

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The present is an eternal now.
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This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
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Awake, awake, my Lyre!And tell thy silent master’s humble taleIn sounds that may prevail;Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire
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What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?
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Does not the passage of Moses and the Israelites into the Holy Land yield incomparably more poetic variety than the voyages of Ulysses or Aeneas?
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Our yesterday’s to-morrow now is gone, And still a new to-morrow does come on. We by to-morrow draw out all our store, Till the exhausted well can yield no more.
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Much will always wanting be To him who much desires.
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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.
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Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
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Nay, in death’s hand, the grape-stone proves As strong as thunder is in Jove’s.
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