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Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,
Smiles awake you when you rise;
Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby,
Rock them, rock them, lullaby …

Thomas Dekker

A thing of beauty is a joy forever; its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
--- John Keats

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You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.
----Pablo Neruda

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So many poems 😣

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Nature never did betray
The heart that loved her.
----William Wordsworth

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Energy is eternal delight.
---William Blake

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The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity... and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.
----William Blake

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A cheerful life is what the Muses love, A soaring spirit is their prime delight.
-----William Wordsworth

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Wild is the music
of autumnal winds
Amongst the faded woods.
----William Wordsworth

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Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.
----William Wordsworth, Lyrical Ballads

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Time has transfigured them into
Untruth. The stone fidelity
They hardly meant has come to be
Their final blazon, and to prove
Our almost-instinct almost true:
What will survive of us is love.
---Philip Larkin

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I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused, whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, and the round ocean, and the living air, and the blue sky, and in the mind of man...
----William Wordsworth

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The music in my heart I bore
Long after it was heard no more.
---William Wordsworth

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But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flower, it's bloom is shed;
Or, like the snow-fall in the river,
A moment white, then melts forever.
----Robert Burns, Tam o' Shanter

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... and we shall find
A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
----William Wordsworth

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Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher.
---William Wordsworth

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Sexual intercourse began in nineteen sixty-three (Which was rather late for me) between the end of the Chatterley ban and the Beatles' first LP.
----Philip Larkin

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The ice was here, the ice was there,
The ice was all around: 60
It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
Like noises in a swound!
----Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and its fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
----William Wordsworth

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Have I been wrong, to think the breath
That sharpens life is life itself, not death?
---Philip Larkin

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I'm sick now 😵

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My belly button's caving in, My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained, My 'pendix pains each time it rains. My nose is cold, my toes are numb.

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In sleep I heard the northern gleams;
The stars they were among my dreams;
In sleep did I behold the skies
---William Wordsworth

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For oft, when on my couch I lie in vacant or in pensive mood they flash upon that inward eye which is the bliss of solitude
----Wordsworth

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Faith is a passionate intuition.
---William Wordsworth

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😭😭

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poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledge.
---William Wordsworth

Dude, stop it!

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A diamond set in lead his worth retains.
Christopher Marlowe, Hero and Leander

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🗑️

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How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child!
William Shakespeare, King Lear

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Our swords shall play the orators for us.
Christopher Marlowe

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Wowowow

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A sad tale's best for winter: I have one of sprites and goblins.
William Shakespeare, The Winter's Tale

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And in this torment, comfort find I none
But that I feel the crown upon my head.
And therefore let me wear it yet awhile.
Christopher Marlowe, Edward II

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Do you see yonder cloud that’s almost in shape of a camel?
Polonius: By the mass, and ‘tis like a camel, indeed.
Hamlet: Methinks it is like a weasel.
Polonius: It is backed like a weasel.
Hamlet: Or like a whale?
Polonius: Very like a whale.
William Shakespeare, Hamlet

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But that I am by nature phlegmatic, slow to wrath, and prone to lechery (to love, I would say),
Christopher Marlowe, Dr. Faustus

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The course of true love never did run smooth; But, either it was different in blood,
O cross! too high to be enthrall’d to low.
Or else misgraffed in respect of years,
O spite! too old to be engag’d to young.
Or else it stood upon the choice of friends,
O hell! to choose love by another’s eye.
William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

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Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart; for, truly, I love none.
A dear happiness to women: they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that: I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me.
William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing

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So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
William Shakespeare, Hamlet

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Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste;
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.
William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

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The mirror crack'd from side to side
"The curse has come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott
Alfred Lord Tennyson

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Though I am not naturally honest, I am sometimes so by chance.
William Shakespeare, The Winter's Tale

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Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
William Shakespeare, King Henry VI, Part 3

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Banish'd from [those we love] Is self from self: a deadly banishment!
William Shakespeare, The Two Gentlemen of Verona

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Come, my friends
Tis not too late to seek a newer world
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die
Alfred Lord Tennyson

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Get thee to a nunnery.
William Shakespeare, Hamlet

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I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more, is none
William Shakespeare, Macbeth

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The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness. And in the taste destroys the appetite. Therefore, love moderately.
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

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Half the night I waste in sighs,
Half in dreams I sorrow after
The delight of early skies;
In a wakeful dose I sorrow
For the hand, the lips, the eyes,
For the meeting of the morrow,
The delight of happy laughter,
The delight of low replies.
---Alfred Tennyson

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My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
That I must love a loathed enemy.
---William Shakespeare

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In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold

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And ah for a man to arise in me,
That the man I am may cease to be!
Alfred Lord Tennyson

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The city is built
To music, therefore never built at all,
And therefore built forever.
Alfred Lord Tennyson

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O love, O fire! once he drew
With one long kiss my whole soul through
My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
Alfred Lord Tennyson

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I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed
Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone.
Alfred Tennyson

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Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache: do be my enemy for friendship's sake.
---William Blake

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Oh yet we trust that somehow good
Will be the final goal of ill,
To pangs of nature, sins of will,
Defects of doubt, and taints of blood;
-----Alfred Tennyson

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There she weaves by night and day, A magic web with colors gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay, To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott.
Alfred Lord Tennyson

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So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.
---Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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So many spams,so much to do,so little done,such spam things to be.
--NovaRift, Lord

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What's the definition of spam?

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Not for you, but for me

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No I seriously wanna know?

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unsolicited messages sent in bulk

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Ahhh I see.
Do my messages fit into this definition?

Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
---Lord Alfred Tennyson

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My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.
---Alfred Lord Tennyson

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Stranger! henceforth be warned; and know that pride,
Howe'er disguised in its own majesty,
Is littleness; that he, who feels contempt
For any living thing, hath faculties
Which he has never used; that thought with him
Is in its infancy...
----William Wordsworth, Lyrical Ballads

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So sad, so fresh the days that are no more.
---Alfred Lord Tennyson

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So sad,So fresh the days of spams that are no more.
--NovaRift

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Wisdom is oft-times nearer when we stoop
Than when we soar.
---William Wordsworth

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Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,
Are a substantial world, both pure and good.
----William Wordsworth

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And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars, my joys & desires.
---William Blake

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Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark,
And has the nature of infinity.
---William Wordsworth

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The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells.
----William Wordsworth

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