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See ye not, CourtesyTurning to gold all it touches and tries?
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Into the breast that gives the rose,Shall I with shuddering fall?
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George Meredith |
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On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose.Tired of his dark dominion swung the fiend.
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George Meredith |
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Around the ancient track marched, rank on rank,The army of unalterable law.
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George Meredith |
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She whom I love is hard to catch and conquer,Hard, but O the glory of the winning were she won!
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George Meredith |
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Civil limitation dauntsHis utterance never; the nymphs blush, not he.
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George Meredith |
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With patient inattention hear him prate.
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George Meredith |
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Full lasting is the song, though he,The singer, passes
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George Meredith |
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Behold the life at ease; it drifts,The sharpened life commands its course.
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George Meredith |
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Cannon his name,Cannon his voice, he came.
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George Meredith |
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I expect that Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man.
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George Meredith |
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Who rises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered.
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George Meredith |
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The sun is coming down to earth, and the fields and the waters shout to him golden shouts.
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George Meredith |
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Kissing don't last; cookery do!
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George Meredith |
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Speech is the small change of Silence.
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George Meredith |
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And if I drink oblivion of a day,So shorten I the stature of my soul.
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George Meredith |
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More brain, O Lord, more brain! or we shall marUtterly this fair garden we might win.
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George Meredith |
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Cynicism is intellectual dandyism.
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George Meredith |
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A witty woman is a treasure; a witty beauty is a power.
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George Meredith |
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What a woman thinks of women is the test of her nature.
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George Meredith |
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The well of true wit is truth itself.
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George Meredith |
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Ireland gives England her soldiers, her generals too.
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George Meredith |
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How divine is utterance!" she said. "As we to the brutes, poets are to us."
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George Meredith |