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Kill if you must, but never hate: Man is but grass and hate is blight, The sun will scorch you soon or late, Die wholesome then, since you must fight

Robert Graves

I have done many impious things–no great ruler can do otherwise. I have put the good of the Empire before all human considerations. To keep the Empire free from factions I have had to commit many crimes.
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Crime Done Empire Empires Equality Great Kingdom Ruler Slave Story
There’s a cool web of language winds us in, Retreat from too much joy or too much fear: We grow sea-green at last and coldly die In brininess and volubility.
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Change Flashback Happy Joy Life Moment Movement Sea Summer Weather Wind
The award of a pure gold medal for poetry would flatter the recipient unduly: no poem ever attains such carat purity.
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Award Blow Bow Champion Gold Hobby Idea Reading Reward Talk Tide Wind Won Writing
The sap of Spring in the young wood a-stir Will celebrate with green the Mother, And every song-bird shout awhile for her; But we are gifted, even in November Rawest of seasons, with so huge a sense Of Her nakedly worn magnificence We forget cruelty and past betrayal, Heedless of where the next bright bolt may fall.
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Affection Betrayal Child Children Family Feeling God Husband Mother Motherhood Sacrifice Song Soul
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
I believe that every English poet should read the English classics, master the rules of grammar before he attempts to bend or break them, travel abroad, experience the horrors of sordid passion, and – if he is lucky enough – know the love of an honest woman.
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Beautiful Believe Impress Impressive Passion Poet Poetry Result Saying Simplicity Try
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
There is no such thing as good writing, only good rewriting.
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Goodness Poet Writing
When I’m killed, don’t think of me Buried there in Cambrin Wood, Nor as in Zion think of me With the Intolerable Good. And there’s one thing that I know well, I’m damned if I’ll be damned to Hell!
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Goodness Hell Kill Myself Thinking Tolerance
I was last in Rome in AD 540 when it was full of Goths and their heavy horses. It has changed a great deal since then.
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Blow Bow Champion Horse Last Reward Rome Salt Tide Wind Won
I was last in Rome in AD 540 when it was full of Goths and their heavy horses. It has changed a great deal since then.
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Animal Deal Greatness heavy Myself Past Time
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
You mean that people who continue virtuous in an old-fashioned way must inevitably suffer in times like these?
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Since the age of 15 poetry has been my ruling passion and I have never intentionally undertaken any task or formed any relationship that seemed inconsistent with poetic principles; which has sometimes won me the reputation of an eccentric.
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Age Encourage Great Greatness Interest Life Passion People Principle Proof Spiritual Support
No honest theologian therefore can deny that his acceptance of Jesus as Christ logically binds every Christian to a belief in reincarnation – in Elias case (who was later John the Baptist) at least.
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Acceptance Always Christian Gem God Granted Heart Jesus Pure Soul True
But give thanks, at least, that you still have Frost’s poems; and when you feel the need of solitude, retreat to the companionship of moon, water, hills and trees. Retreat, he reminds us, should not be confused with escape. And take these poems along for good luck!
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Accept Art Chance Confused Control Fate Good Luck Lucky Moon Sad Soul

Kill if you must, but never hate: Man is but grass and hate is blight, The sun will scorch you soon or late, Die wholesome then, since you must fight

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