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Tis said that persons living on annuities Are longer lived than others.
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That music in itself, whose sounds are song, The poetry of speech.
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Fills The air around with beauty.
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To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all.
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Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk and Water! Ye happy mixture of more happy days!
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In solitude, when we are least alone.
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Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
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Fill high the cup with Samian wine!
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Sleep hath its own world, and the wide realm of wild reality.
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I am ashes where once I was fire.
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In solitude, where we are least alone.
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I learned to love despair.
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The best prophet of the future is the past.
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Opinions are made to be changed or how is truth to be got at?
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Shakespeare's name, you may depend on it, stands absurdly too high and will go down.
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Think'st thou existence doth depend on time? It doth; but actions are our epochs.
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The sky is changed,-and such a change! O night And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among, Leaps the live thunder.
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A quiet conscience makes one so serene.
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I awoke one day to find myself famous.
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One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer.
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Above or Love, Hope, Hate or Fear, It lives all passionless and pure: An age shall fleet like earthly year; Its years in moments shall endure. Away, away, without a wing, O'er all, through all, its thought shall fly; A nameless and eternal thing, Forgetting what it was to die.
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What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.
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There is no instinct like that of the heart.
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I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness.