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- 08:11 am
“Nought cared this body for wind or weather / When Youth and I lived in ’t together”
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- 08:22 am
“Not a breath of the time that has been hovers / In the air now soft with a summer to be”
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- 08:23 am
“Cold, impossible, ahead / Lifts the mountain's lovely head / Whose white waterfall could bless”
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- 08:58 am
“When gorse is out of bloom, kissing is out of season.”
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- 03:36 pm
Short shameful confessions
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- 08:05 am
“she sped, / Through camps and cities rough with stone, and steel, / And human hearts”
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- 09:40 am
“No raiment on her sweet limbs shone, / Only the tresses of her hair / The wind drove round her”
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- 09:26 am
“At length his song the echoing forest hailed, / And laughing Comus over Love prevailed.”
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- 09:37 am
“Love knew they, but its pain they never had, / But with each other’s joy were they made glad”
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- 08:55 am
“Individuals can resist injustice, but only in community can we do justice”
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- 08:41 am
“When two lives join, there is oft a scar, / They are one and one, with a shadowy third”
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- 12:50 pm
“say it's here where our pieces fall in place / any rain softly kisses us on the face”
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- 08:45 am
“When I press summer dusks together, it is / a month of street accordions and sprinklers”
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- 12:00 pm
“Here between sea and sea, in the fairy wood, / I have found a delicate, wave-green solitude”
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- 08:13 am
“winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls / but my hands remember hers”
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- 08:28 am
“in the hymns her mother sings / sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves”
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