“ There's a pang in all rejoicing, And a joy in the heart of pain; And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain. ”
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“ Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth's prolific lap. ”
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“ With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March! ”
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“ Fame is what you have taken, character is what you give. When to this truth you awaken, then you begin to live. ”
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“ From the desert I come to thee, On a stallion shod with fire; And the winds are left behind In the speed of my desire. ”
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“ And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy's bonfire spread. ”
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“ Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold. ”
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“ Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth. ”
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“ Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth. ”
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“ Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth's prolific lap. ”
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“ Fame is what you have taken, character is what you give. When to this truth you awaken, then you begin to live. ”
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