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It is wrong to be sorry without ceasing.
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It never was our guise to slight the poor, or aught humane despise.
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Down from his brow she ran his curls like thick hyacinth clusters full of blooms.
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In every sorrowing soul I pour'd delight, And poverty stood smiling in my sight.
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All the survivors of the war had reached their homes and so put the perils of battle and the sea behind them.
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You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, you’d run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combat—coward!
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These nights are endless, and a man can sleep through them, or he can enjoy listening to stories, and you have no need to go to bed before it is time. Too much sleep is only a bore. And of the others, any one whose heart and spirit urge him can go outside and sleep, and then, when the dawn shows, breakfast first, then go out to tend the swine of our master. But we two, sitting here in the shelter, eating and drinking, shall entertain each other remembering and retelling our sad sorrows. For afterwards a man who has suffered much and wandered much has pleasure out of his sorrows.
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Close to the Gates a spacious Garden lies, From the Storms defended and inclement Skies; Four Acres was the allotted Space of Ground, Fenc'd with a green Enclosure all around. Tall thriving Trees confessed the fruitful Mold: The reddening Apple ripens here to Gold, Here the blue Fig with luscious Juice overflows, With deeper Red the full Pomegranate glows, The Branch here bends beneath the weighty Pear, And verdant Olives flourish round the Year.
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Here, therefore, huge and mighty warrior though you be, here shall you die.
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The internet wasn't created for mockery, it was supposed to help researchers at different universities share data sets. It was!
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Among all men on the earth bards have a share of honor and reverence, because the muse has taught them songs and loves the race of bards.
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A generous heart repairs a slanderous tongue.
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Good things don't end in -eum; they end in -mania or -teria.
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Just once I'd like someone to call me 'Sir' without adding 'You're making a scene.'
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To have a great man for an intimate friend seems pleasant to those who have never tried it; those who have, fear it.
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Now from the smooth deep ocean-stream the sun Began to climb the heavens, and with new rays Smote the surrounding fields.
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Forgetful youth! but know, the Power above With ease can save each object of his love; Wide as his will extends his boundless grace.
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See now, how men lay blame upon us gods for what is after all nothing but their own folly.
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The other day, I was so desperate for a beer, I snuck into the football stadium and ate the dirt under the bleachers.
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After the event, even a fool is wise.
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On these sands and in the clefts of the rocks, in the depths of the sea, in the creaking of the pines, you'll spy secret footprints and catch far-off voices from the homecoming celebration. This land still longs for Odysseus.
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As leaves on the trees, such is the life of man.
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Now what is a wedding? Well, Webster's dictionary describes a wedding as the process of removing weeds from one's garden.
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But listen to me first and swear an oath to use all your eloquence and strength to look after me and protect me.