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I thought how sadly beauty of inscape was unknown and buried away from simple people and yet how near at hand it was if they had eyes to see it and it could be called out everywhere again.
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And for all this, nature is never spent; There lives the dearest freshness deep down things; And though the last lights off the black West went Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs— Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
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It is a happy thing that there is no royal road to poetry. The world should know by this time that one cannot reach Parnassus except by flying thither.
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Horrible to say, in a manner I am a Communist.
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The male quality is the creative gift.
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Even with one companion ecstasy is almost banished.
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All things therefore are charged with love, are charged with God and if we knew how to touch them give off sparks and take fire, yield drops and flow, ring and tell of him.
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Searching nature I taste self but at one tankard, that of my own being.
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Our Lord Jesus Christ , my brethren, is our hero, a hero all the world wants.
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All the world is full of inscape and chance left free to act falls into an order as well as purpose.
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Your personal boundaries protect the inner core of your identity and your right to choices.