Category: poet
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He tosses aside his paint-pots and his words a foot and a half long.
Horace
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Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
William Blake
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Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.
William Wordsworth
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The last thing one discovers in composing a work is what to put first.
T. S. Eliot
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There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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A word once uttered can never be recalled.
Horace
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A smile abroad is often a scowl at home.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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How beautiful maleness is, if it finds its right expression.
D. H. Lawrence
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Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.
Robert Browning
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So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
T. S. Eliot