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Oh that press will have me now!
Than never to have loved at all.
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.
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Hope smiles on the threshold of the year to come, whispering that it will be happier.
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For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within.
Virtue must shape itself in deed.

That which we are, we are;

 

One equal temper of heroic hearts,

A louse in the locks of literature.

 

of Churton Collins

It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:

 

It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,

Death closes all: but something ere the end,

 

Some work of noble note, may yet be done,

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