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'Let byegones be byegones,' - they foolishly say,And bid me be wise and forget them;But old recollections are active to-day,And I can do nought but regret them.
Martin Farquhar Tupper
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Ridicule is a weak weapon when pointed at a strong mind; but common people are cowards and dread an empty laugh.
Martin Farquhar Tupper
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Clamorous pauperism feastethWhile honest Labor, pining, hideth his sharp ribs.
Martin Farquhar Tupper
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Away with false fashion, so calm and so chill, Where pleasure itself cannot please; Away with cold breeding, that faithlessly still Affects to be quite at its ease; For the deepest in feeling is highest in rank, The freest is first of the band, Nature's own Nobleman, friendly and frank,Is a man with his heart in his hand!
Martin Farquhar Tupper
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A babe in the house is a well-spring of pleasure, a messenger of peace and love, a resting place for innocence on earth, a link between angels and men.
Martin Farquhar Tupper
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Who can wrestle against Sleep? - Yet is that giant very gentleness.
Martin Farquhar Tupper
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A dream, a dream, - it is all a dream, A strange, sad dream, good sooth; For old as I am, and old as I seem, My heart is full of youth.
Martin Farquhar Tupper
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Prayer is the slender nerve that moves the muscle of omnipotence.
Martin Farquhar Tupper
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Memory is not wisdom; idiots can by rote repeat volumes. Yet what is wisdom without memory?
Martin Farquhar Tupper
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Open the casement, and up with the Sun!His gallant journey is just begun;Over the hills his chariot is roll'd,Banner'd with glory, and burnish'd with gold,-Over the hills he comes sublime,Bridegroom of Earth, and brother of Time!
Martin Farquhar Tupper
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Hush,-for the halo of calmness is spreadingOver my spirit as mild as a dove;Hush,-for the angel of comfort is sheddingOver my body his vial of love;Hush,-for new slumbers are over me stealing,Thus would I court them again and again,Hush,-for my heart is intoxicate,-reelingIn the swift waltz of my beautiful brain!
Martin Farquhar Tupper
