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The sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds sing. O what can ail…


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But inferior poets are absolutely fascinating. The worse their rhymes…


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Well, it was a curious kind of spectacle, and interesting. It was an…


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It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows…


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Grown-ups never understand anything for themselves, and it is tiresome…


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And queer inspiration Of music, the nation Of bright-plumed trees And…


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Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle…


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If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he…


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To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something…


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Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed…