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Have all the hopes of ages come to naught? Is life no more with noble meaning fraught?
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O what is life, if we must hold it thus as wind-blown sparks hold momentary fire?
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Let Justice, blind and halt and maimed, chastise the rebel spirit surging in my veins, let the Law deal me penalties and pains And make me hideous in my neighbours' eyes.
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Alone! Alone! No beacon, far or near! No chart, no compass, and no anchor stay!
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Housework has all along been the business of life; novels have been squeezed into the odd times.
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[Their marriage] will not be all cakes and ale.... They are too much alike to be the ideal match. Patty is thick-skinned and passionate, too ready to be hurt to the heart by the mere little pinpricks and mosquito bites of life; and Paul is proud and crotchety, and, like the great Napoleon, given to kick the fire with his boots when he is put out. There will be many little gusts of temper, little clouds of misunderstanding, disappointments, and bereavements, and sickness of mind and body; but with all this, they will find their lot so blessed, by reason of the mutual love and sympathy tat, through all the vicissitudes, will surely grow deeper and stronger every day they live together, that they will not know how to conceive a better one.
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Oh yes, it was my Venice! Beautiful, With melancholy, ghostly beauty—old, And sorrowful, and weary—yet so fair, So like a queen still, with her royal robes, Full of harmonious colour, rent and worn!
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Love is not a thing to be tied and bound.
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