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If I were a young man With my bones full of marrow, Oh, if I were a bold young man Straight as an arrow, I’d store up no virtue For Heaven’s distant plain, I’d live at ease as I did please And sin once again.

Robert Graves

One smile relieves a heart that grieves.
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Crowd Desire Fire Goal Grieving Heart Hide Life Rise Street Want Won
The gas-cylinders had by this time been put into position on the front line. A special order came round imposing severe penalties on anyone who used any word but “accessory” in speaking of the gas. This was to keep it secret, but the French civilians knew all about the scheme long before this.
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Bow Champion Frustrate Long Order Reward Success Tear War Wind Won
If I were a girl, I’d despair. The supply of good women far exceeds that of the men who deserve them.
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Accept Becoming Girl Good Honor Life Mind Perfect Perfection Respect Woman Women
Entrance and exit wounds are silvered clean, The track aches only when the rain reminds. The one-legged man forgets his leg of wood, The one-armed man his jointed wooden arm. The blinded man sees with his ears and hands As much or more than once with both his eyes.
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Change Eye Flashback Happy Life Men Moment Movement Rain Summer Weather
One gets to the heart of the matter by a series of experiences in the same pattern, but in different colors.
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Color Experience Heart Oneself Pattern
The decline of true taste for food is the beginning of a decline in a national culture as a whole. When people have lost their authentic personal taste, they lose their personality and become the instruments of other people’s wills.
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Character Culture Grow Hour Mature People Perfection Personality
Kaisers and Czars will strut the stage Once more with pomp and greed and rage; Courtly ministers will stop At home and fight to the last drop; By the million men will die In some new horrible agony.
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I revise the manuscript till I can’t read it any longer, then I get somebody to type it. Then I revise the typing. Then it’s retyped again. Then there’s a third typing, which is the final one. Nothing should then remain that offends the eye.
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Book Change Emotion Eyes Feeling Final God Manuscript Offend
She tells her love while half asleep, In the dark hours, With half-words whispered low: As Earth stirs in her winter sleep And puts out grass and flowers Despite the snow, Despite the falling snow.
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Fall Flower Heaven Journey Life Luck Proud Sleep Spark Waiting
Anthropologists are a connecting link between poets and scientists; though their field-work among primitive peoples has often made them forget the language of science.
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Connect Experiment Field Language Link Motivation Poet Practical Risk Scientist Success Theory
The butterfly, a cabbage-white, (His honest idiocy of flight) Will never now, it is too late, Master the art of flying straight.
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Art Beautiful Butterfly Effect Impress Impressive Refuge Result Saying Stills Truth White Widely
I made no more protests. What was the use of struggling against fate.
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Fate Myself Protest Struggle
This seems to me a philosophical question, and therefore irrelevant, question. A poet’s destiny is to love.
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Beautiful Destiny Impress Impressive Noble Philosophical Poet Poetry Result Saying Simplicity Widely
About this business of being a gentleman: I paid so heavily for the fourteen years of my gentleman’s education that I feel entitled, now and then, to get some sort of return.
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Bold Gentleman Hard Work Leader Men Passionate Return Saint Success Trust Year
We forget cruelty and past betrayal, Heedless of where the next bright bolt may fall.
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Betrayal Cruelty Fall Past
You mean that people who continue virtuous in an old-fashioned way must inevitably suffer in times like these?
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If I were a young man With my bones full of marrow, Oh, if I were a bold young man Straight as an arrow, I’d store up no virtue For Heaven’s distant plain, I’d live at ease as I did please And sin once again.

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