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You gave me the key of your heart, my love;Then why did you make me knock?Oh that was yesterday, saints above!And last night-I changed the lock!
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No writer for the press, however humble, is free from the burden of keeping his purpose high and his integrity white.
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Though it lash the shallows that line the beach, Afar from the great sea-deeps,There is never a storm whose might can reach Where the vast leviathan sleeps.Like a mighty thought in a mighty mind In the clear cold depths he swims;Whilst above him the pettiest form of his kind With a dash o'er the surface skims.
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With the advent of chivalry, the art of boxing waned. The evolution of feudal aristocracy, with other and widely different exercises, pastimes and weapons from those of the common people, made boxing unfashionable.
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Be true to your work, your word, and your friend.
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The right word fitly spoken is a precious rarity.
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They who see the Flying Dutchman never, never reach the shore.
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The success of the suffrage movement would injure women spiritually and intellectually, for they would be assuming a burden though they knew themselves unable to bear it. It is the sediment, not the wave, of a sex. It is the antithesis of that highest and sweetest mystery - conviction by submission, and conquest by sacrifice.
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