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| My First thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye, Askance to watch the working of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby. -Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came -Robert Browning |
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| A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone no sound of water. Only There is shadow under his red rock. (Come in under the shadow of this red rock), And I will show you something different form either either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in handful of dust. -The Wasteland -T.S. Eliot |
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| "For you and me, and all brave men, my brother," said Wayne, in his Strange chant, "there is good wine poured in the inn at the end of the world." -The Napolean of Notting Hill -G. K. Chesterton |
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| "But I don't want to go among mad people." Alice remarked. Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat. "We're all mad here. I'm mad, your mad." "How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice. "You must be, or you wouldn't have come here." -Alice in Wonderland -Lewis Carroll |
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| Here we will whistle for storms, for Sodoms and Solymans, For wild beasts and armies. -Ordinary Nocturne Arthur Rimbaud |
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| The Rabbits play no more. The little birds are weary, The buttercups are folded up- Good night, good night, my dearie. The children in the country, The children in the city, Go to bed with nodding heads, God night, good night, my pretty. -Good Night -Rose Fyleman |
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