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Happiness: We rarely feel it. I would buy it, beg it, steal it, Pay in coins of dripping blood For this one transcendent good.

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Amy Lowell
Age: 51 †
Born: 1874
Born: February 9
Died: 1925
Died: May 12
Poet
Socialite
Writer
Brookline
Massachusetts
Amy Lawrence Lowell
Rarely
Pay
Blood
Happiness
Dripping
Feel
Transcendent
Feels
Coins
Good
Steal
Would
Stealing

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Art is like politics. Any theory carried too far ends in sterility, and freshness is only gained by following some other line.
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In my stiff, brocaded gown. With my powdered hair and jeweled fan, I too am a rare Pattern.
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If what we worship fail us, still the fire burns on, and it is much to have believed.
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On the neck of the young man sparkles no gem so gracious as enterprise. Youth condemns maturity condones.
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I should like to bring a case to trial: Prosperity versus Beauty, Cash registers teetering in a balance against the comfort of the soul.
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To-night when the full-bellied moon swallows the stars. Grant that I know.
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