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Winning isn't everything, but it beats anything in second place.
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Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.
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A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep.
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The groves were God's first temple. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them,--ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems in the darkling wood, Amidst the cool and silence, he knelt down And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
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War, like all other situations of danger and of change, calls forth the exertion of admirable intellectual qualities and great virtues, and it is only by dwelling on these, and keeping out of sight the sufferings and sorrows, and all the crimes and evils that follow in its train, that it has its glory in the eyes of men.
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There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night And grief may hide an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light.
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Loveliest of lovely things are they, On earth, that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.
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The sweet calm sunshine of October, now Warms the low spot upon its grassy mold The pur0ple oak-leaf falls the birchen bough drops its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold.
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Do not the bright June roses blow To meet thy kiss at morning hours?
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On my cornice linger the ripe black grapes ungathered Children fill the groves with the echoes of their glee, Gathering tawny chestnuts, and shouting when beside them Drops the heavy fruit of the tall black-walnut tree.
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Ah! never shall the land forget How gushed the life-blood of her brave -
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Or, bide thou where the poppy blows With windflowers fail and fair.
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Pleasantly, between the pelting showers, the sunshine gushes down.
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The birch-bark canoe of the savage seems to me one of the most beautiful and perfect things of the kind constructed by human art.
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So they, who climb to wealth, forget The friends in darker fortunes tried. I copied them--but I regret That I should ape the ways of pride.
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Music is not merely a study, it is an entertainment wherever there is music there is a throng of listeners.
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God hath yoked to guilt her pale tormentor,--misery.
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And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief.
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