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This seems to me a philosophical question, and therefore irrelevant, question. A poet’s destiny is to love.

Robert Graves

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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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 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
Faults in English prose derive not so much from lack of knowledge, intelligence or art as from lack of thought, patience or goodwill.
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Always Art Fault Faults Gem God Goodwill Granted Heart Intelligent Knowledge Power Pure Soul Success True
Myths are seldom simple, and never irresponsible.
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Death Exact Genuine Irresponsible Men Motivation Myth One Liner Simple True Truth
Faults in English prose derive not so much from lack of knowledge, intelligence or art as from lack of thought, patience or goodwill.
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Goodwill Intelligence Knowledge Mistake Patience
There is one story and one story only.
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Art And Culture Craft Dance History One Liner Ourselves Soul Story Together
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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Able Great Idea Important Kill Question Think Wood Zion
Poetry is no more a narcotic than a stimulant; it is a universal bittersweet mixture for all possible household emergencies and its action varies accordingly as it is taken in a wineglass or a tablespoon, inhaled, gargled or rubbed on the chest by hard fingers covered with rings.
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Originally marriage meant the sale of a woman by one man to another; now most women sell themselves though they have no intention of delivering the goods listed in the bill of sale.
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Bill Easy Family Life Marriage Men Precious Time Together Trust World
To recommend a monarchy on account of the prosperity it gives the provinces seems to me like recommending that a man should have liberty to treat his children as slaves, if at the same time he treats his slaves with reasonable consideration.
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Himself Liberty Man Monarch Prosperity Reason Recommend Time Treat
Prose books are the show dogs I breed and sell to support my cat.
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Book Breed Cat Dog
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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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
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
This seems to me a philosophical question, and therefore irrelevant, question. A poet’s destiny is to love.
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