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If anyone should want to know my name, I am called Leah. And I spend all my time weaving garlands of flowers with my fair hands, t o please me when I stand before the mirror; my sister Rachel sits all the day long before her own, and never moves away. She loves to contemplate her lovely eyes; I love to use my hands to adorn myself: her joy is in reflection, mine in act.
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As flowerlets drooped and puckered in the night turn up to the returning sun and spread their petals wide on his new warmth and light-just so my wilted spirits rose again and such a heat of zeal surged through my veins that I was born anew.
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Stand firm as the tower that never shakes its top whatever wind may blow.
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Nothing which is harmonized by the bond of the Muse can be changed from its own to another language without destroying its sweetness.
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I care not where my body may take me as long as my soul is embarked on a meaningful journey.
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Compassion is not a passion; rather a noble disposition of the soul, made ready to receive love, mercy, and other charitable passions.
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Through me you go into a city of weeping; through me you go into eternal pain; through me you go amongst the lost people.
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Mankind, why do ye set your hearts on things That, of necessity, may not be shared?
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And when he had put his hand on mine with a cheerful look, wherefrom I took courage, he brought me within to the secret things. Here sighs, laments, and deep wailings were resounding through the starless air; wherefore at first I wept thereat. Strange tongues, horrible utterances, words of woe, accents of anger, voices high and faint, and sounds of hands with them, were making a tumult which whirls always in that air forever dark, like the sand when the whirlwind breathes.
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There is in hell a place stone-built throughout, Called Malebolge, of an iron hue, Like to the wall that circles it about.
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Three sparks - pride, envy, and avarice - have been kindled in all hearts.
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Many have justice in their hearts, but slowly it is let fly, for it comes not without council to the bow.
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Lying in a featherbed will bring you no fame, nor staying beneath the quilt, and he who uses up his life without achieving fame leaves no more vestige of himself on Earth than smoke in the air or foam upon the water.
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Here let dead poetry rise once more to life.
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Oh blind! Oh ignorant, self-seeking cupidity which spurs us so in the short mortal life and steeps us so through all eternity!
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Go right on and listen as thou goest.
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Love with delight discourses in my mind Upon my lady's admirable gifts... Beyond the range of human intellect.
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Do not desert me when I need you most. And if we can't go on together, let's retrace our steps as quickly as we can.
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There is a gentle thought that often springs to life in me, because it speaks of you.
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Pure essence, and pure matter, and the two joined into one were shot forth without flaw, like three bright arrows from a three-string bow.
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In His will, our peace.
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There, pride, avarice, and envy are the tongues men know and heed, a Babel of despair.
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The splendors that belong unto the fame of earth are but a wind, that in the same direction lasts not long.
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If you give people light, they will find their own way.