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Take care of the sense and the sounds will take care of themselves.
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nonsense
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Lewis Carroll |
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Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, let us be thankful, and so worship God acceptably with reverence and awe, for our God is a consuming fire.
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worship
inspiration
religion
god
hope
life
love
truth
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reverence
thankful
kingdom
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Anonymous |
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This day I call heaven and earth as witnesses against you that I have set before you life and death, blessings and curses. Now choose life, so that you and your children may live 20 and that you may love the LORD your God, listen to his voice, and hold fast to him. For the LORD is your life, and he will give you many years in the land he swore to give to your fathers, Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. Deuteronomy 30:19-20 (NIV)
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god
truth
inspirational
verse
scripture
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Anonymous |
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You trip over a word while carrying a tray of vocabulary out to the pool only to discover that broken glass is a good topic.
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poetry
verse
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Billy Collins |
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The time has come,' the Walrus said, To talk of many things: Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing-wax -- Of cabbages -- and kings -- And why the sea is boiling hot -- And whether pigs have wings
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Lewis Carroll |
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I wanted to run away with you tonight but you are a difficult woman the rules of you - Past and future circle round us now we know more now less in the institute of shadows. On a street black as widows with nothing to confess our distances found us the rules of you - so difficult a woman I wanted to run away with you tonight.
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Anne Carson |
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Versifying left her cold. Poems were too close to prayer, rousing regrettable passions. Waiting for God to rescue you when it was up to you. Poetry and prayer put ideas in people's heads that got them killed, distracting them from the ruthless mechanism of the world.
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poems
prayer
world
poetry
verse
self-reliance
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Colson Whitehead |
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c29dd85
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Ray please I never lied to her. When need arose I may have used words that lied.
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verse
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Anne Carson |
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8ab7683
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What is a Lamb of God? People use this phrase. I don't know. I watch my sister, fingers straying absently about her mustache, no help there.
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Anne Carson |
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All the same there are some small questions one would like to put to Sokrates. Or better still Sappho. .
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verse
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Anne Carson |
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She ran from lamppost to lamppost, the wind slammed. Trotsky reviewed her in and an unofficial Communist Party resolution banned her poetry (1925). She didn't notice, didn't know what a Communist Party was in those days. Fog choked the city. Russia's great poets were all about 35 years ol Scraggly trees wandered by the canal in dim sun.
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Anne Carson |