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The butterfly, a cabbage-white, (His honest idiocy of flight) Will never now, it is too late, Master the art of flying straight.

Robert Graves

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
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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Belief Cause Fighting Home Lost Loyalty Men Name Popular
There’s no money in poetry, but then there’s no poetry in money, either.
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Money Poetry Worth
She told me that all the girls in Annezin prayed every night for the war to end and for the English to go away as soon as their money was spent. She said that the clause about the money was always repeated in case God should miss it.
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Action Blow Bow Champion Discuss Girl Night Reward Tide War Wind Won
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
She told me that all the girls in Annezin prayed every night for the war to end and for the English to go away as soon as their money was spent. She said that the clause about the money was always repeated in case God should miss it.
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Action Blow Bow Champion Discuss Girl Night Reward Tide War Wind Won
In love as in sport, the amateur status must be strictly maintained.
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Amateur Game Sports Status Strict
Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher Swept off his tall hat to the Squire’s own daughter, So let the imprisoned larks escape and fly Singing about her head, as she rode by.
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Bird Daughter Emotion Father Forget Life Memories Sing
Truth-loving Persians do not dwell upon The trivial skirmish fought near Marathon.
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Exact Genuine Health Marathon Men Motivation One Liner Race True Truth
We forget cruelty and past betrayal, Heedless of where the next bright bolt may fall.
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Betrayal Cruelty Fall Past
A well-chosen anthology is a complete dispensary of medicine for the more common mental disorders, and may be used as much for prevention as cure.
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Cure Dispensary Medicine Mental Prevention
To be a poet is a condition rather than a profession.
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Beautiful Condition Effect Impress Impressive Poet Poetry Profession Result Saying Wide
Patriotism, in the trenches, was too remote a sentiment, and at once rejected as fit only for civilians, or prisoners. A new arrival who talked patriotism would soon be told to cut it out.
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Civilian Cutting Fit Freedom Help Hope Inspire Patriotism Reject Story Trencher
There is no such thing as good writing, only good rewriting.
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Famous Writer Mission One Liner Personal Rare Reveal Secret Writing
One smile relieves a heart that grieves.
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Crowd Desire Fire Goal Grieving Heart Hide Life Rise Street Want Won
This seems to me a philosophical question, and therefore irrelevant, question. A poet’s destiny is to love.
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