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Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

Robert Browning

Each life unfulfilled, you see; It hangs still, patchy and scrappy: We have not sighed deep, laughed free, Starved, feasted, despaired,—been happy.
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Happiness Laughter Life See Starve
Lofty designs must close in like effects.
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Affect Close Design
Strike when thou wilt, the hour of rest, but let my last days be my best.
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Best Hour Myself Rest Strike
A pretty woman’s worth some pains to see.
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Pain See Woman Worth
Truth never hurts the teller.
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Hurt One Liner Talk Truth
I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.
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End Fight Forget God Privacy
What’s a man’s age? He must hurry more, that’s all; Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.
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Age Hold Hurry Man Youth
God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures Boasts two soul-sides, one to face the world with, One to show a woman when he loves her.
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Creature Face God Himself Soul Thankful Woman World
T’was a thief said the last kind word to Christ. Christ took the kindness and forgave the theft.
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Forgiveness Kind Kindness Theft Word
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
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Appeal Autumn Sympathy Win
Truth is within ourselves. There is an inmost center in us all, where the truth abides in fullness.
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Full Ourselves Truth
But how carve way i’ the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?
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Lie Life Myself Past
Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.
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Change Earth God Soul Stand
Of what I call God, And fools call Nature.
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Call God Myself Nature
So, fall asleep love, loved by me for I know love, I am loved by thee.
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God Love Myself Sleep
I walked a mile with Pleasure; She chattered all the way. But left me none the wiser For all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow And ne’er a word said she; But oh, the things I learned from her When Sorrow walked with me!
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Happiness Herself Journey Learning Myself Sorrow Talk Walk Wisdom

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

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