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There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
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Once more upon the waters! yet once more! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider.
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Who then will explain the explanation?
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Who falls from all he knows of bliss, Cares little into what abyss.
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I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
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The sight of blood to crowds begets the thirst of more, As the first wine-cup leads to the long revel.
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I am always most religious upon a sunshiny day.
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The heart will break, but broken live on.
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The basis of your religion is injustice. The Son of God the pure, the immaculate, the innocent, is sacrificed for the guilty. This proves his heroism, but no more does away with man's sin than a school boy's volunteering to be flogged for another would exculpate a dunce from negligence.
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And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
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I die - but first I have possessed,And come what may, I have been blessed.
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There 's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.
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Always laugh when you can; it is cheap medicine. Merriment is a philosophy not well understood. It is the sunny side of existence.
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Man is a carnivorous production, And must have meals, at least one meal a day; He cannot live, like woodcocks, upon suction, But, like the shark and tiger, must have prey; Although his anatomical construction Bears vegetables, in a grumbling way, Your laboring people think beyond all question, Beef, veal, and mutton better for digestion.
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The lapse of ages changes all things - time - language - the earth - the bounds of the sea - the stars of the sky, and everything 'about, around, and underneath' man, except man himself, who has always been and always will be, an unlucky rascal. The infinite variety of lives conduct but to death, and the infinity of wishes lead but to disappointment. All the discoveries which have yet been made have multiplied little but existence.
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Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
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Of all the horrid, hideous notes of woe, Sadder than owl-songs or the midnight blast; Is that portentous phrase, "I told you so.
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But I hate things all fiction... there should always be some foundation of fact for the most airy fabric - and pure invention is but the talent of a liar.
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For the sword outwears its sheath,And the soul wears out the breast,And the heart must pause to breathe,And love itself have rest.
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The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains--beautiful! I linger yet with nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man, and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness I learned the language of another world.
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It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard;It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word.
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There be none of Beauty's daughtersWith a magic like thee;And like music on the watersIs thy sweet voice to me.
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Glory, like the phoenix 'midst her fires, Exhales her odours, blazes, and expires.
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Mont Blanc is the Monarch of mountains;They crowned him long ago,On a throne of rocks - in a robe of clouds –With a Diadem of Snow.