“ Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name? ”
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“ O bees, sweet bees!" I said; "that nearest field Is shining white with fragrant immortelles Fly swiftly there and drain those honey wells. ”
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“ O suns and skies and clouds of June, and flowers of June together. Ye cannot rival for one hour October's bright blue weather. ”
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“ O suns and skies and clouds of June, and flowers of June together. Ye cannot rival for one hour October's bright blue weather. ”
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“ There cannot be found in the animal kingdom a bat, or any other creature, so blind in its own range of circumstance and connection, as the greater majority of human beings are in the bosoms of their families. ”
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“ Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name? ”
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“ O bees, sweet bees!" I said; "that nearest field Is shining white with fragrant immortelles Fly swiftly there and drain those honey wells. ”
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“ Wounded vanity knows when it is mortally hurt; and limps off the field, piteous, all disguises thrown away. But pride carries its banner to the last; and fast as it is driven from one field unfurls it in another. ”
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“ Oh, write of me, not "Died in bitter pains," but "Emigrated to another star!". ”
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“ Now and then one sees a face which has kept its smile pure and undefiled. Such a smile transfigures; such a smile, if the artful but know it, is the greatest weapon a face can have. ”
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“ O May, sweet-voice one, going thus before, Forever June may pour her warm red wine Of life and passions, — sweeter days are thine! ”
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“ O suns and skies and clouds of June, and flowers of June together. Ye cannot rival for one hour October's bright blue weather. ”
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“ There is nothing so skillful in its own defense as imperious pride. ”
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“ On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They call'd him dead; And made his eldest son, one day, Slave in his father's stead. ”
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“ But all lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love; The years of Heaven with all earth's little pain Make Good Together there we can begin again In babyhood. ”
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“ But all lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love; The years of Heaven with all earth's little pain Make Good Together there we can begin again In babyhood. ”
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“ The mighty are brought low by many a thing Too small to name. Beneath the daisy's disk Lies hid the pebble for the fatal sling. ”
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“ All summer she scattered the daisy leaves; They only mocked her as they fell. She said: "The daisy but deceives; 'He loves me not,' 'he loves me will,' One story no two daisies tell." Ah foolish heart, which waits and grieves Under the daisy's mocking spell. ”
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“ The mighty are brought low by many a thing Too small to name. Beneath the daisy's disk Lies hid the pebble for the fatal sling. ”
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“ Wounded vanity knows when it is mortally hurt; and limps off the field, piteous, all disguises thrown away. But pride carries its banner to the last; and fast as it is driven from one field unfurls it in another. ”
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“ On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They call'd him dead; And made his eldest son, one day, Slave in his father's stead. ”
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“ On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They call'd him dead; And made his eldest son, one day, Slave in his father's stead. ”
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“ But all lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love; The years of Heaven with all earth's little pain Make Good Together there we can begin again In babyhood. ”
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“ Oh, write of me, not "Died in bitter pains," but "Emigrated to another star!". ”
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