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I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch…


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Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a…


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Crown the hair, and come away! Hear the calling of the moon, And the…


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The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and…


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I light this sympathetic flame,       My faintest wish that answers, I…


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Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the…


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I grow old ... I grow old ... I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers…


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My room was white with the sun        And Love cried out to me, “I am…


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Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The…


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If you want to be happy, be. LEV NIKOLAYEVICH TOLSTOY