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They coloured failure with hope’s rainbow splendour, And tinged the hour…


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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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To cry to the sea that roared to us, to sigh To th' winds whose pity,…


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I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my…


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Don’t walk behind me, I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me, I may…


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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…