If you don’t concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONLove is the only gold.
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Silence, beautiful voice.
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Ah, when shall all men’s good Be each man’s rule, and universal peace Lie like a shaft of light across the land, And like a lane of beams athwart the sea, Thro’ all the circle of the golden year?
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We are all a part of every person we have ever met.
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Tis held that sorrow makes us wise.
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The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself.
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Blind and naked ignorance delivers brawling judgments, unashamed, on all things all day long
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My doom is, I love thee still. Let no man dream but that I love thee still.
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A beam in darkness: let it grow.
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I found Him in the shining of the stars.
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I sometimes find it half a sin, to put to words the grief I feel, For words like nature, half reveal, and half conceal the soul within.
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Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again.
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There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.
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I can’t sleep without knowing there’s hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips… the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.
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Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
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The voice of the dead was a living voice to me.
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Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
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Things seen are mightier than things heard.
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Happy days roll onward leading up to golden years.
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Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
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God’s finger touched him, and he slept.
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A louse in the locks of literature.
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The shell must break before the bird can fly.
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What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.
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And our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.
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If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour?
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A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.
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