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| Just specimens is all New Hampshire has,/ One each of everything as in a show-case/ Which naturally she doesn't care to sell. |
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| Keep cold, young orchard. Goodbye and keep cold. / Dread fifty above more than fifty below. |
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| Let him that is without stone among you cast the first thing he can lay his hands on. |
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| Life is tons of discipline. Your first discipline is your vocabulary; then your grammar and your punctuation Then, in your exuberance and bounding energy you say you're going to add to that. Then you add rhyme and meter. And your delight is in that power. |
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| Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting. A poem may be worked over once it is in being, but may not be worried into being. |
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| Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these She a window flower And he a winter breeze ... |
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| Man that is of woman born is apt to be as vain as his mother |
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| Modern poets talk against business, poor things, but all of us write for money. Beginners are subjected to trial by market. |
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| Most of the change we think we see in life is due to truths being in and out of favor |
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| My apple trees will never get across / And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. / He only says, `Good fences make good neighbours'. |
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My object in living is to unite
My avocation and my vocation
As my two eyes make one in sight |
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| My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane. |
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Next to nothing for use.
But a crop is a crop,
And who's to say where
The harvest shall stop? |
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| No memory of having starred atones for later disregard, or keeps the end from being hard. |
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| No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader. |
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| No wonder poets sometimes have to seem/ So much more business-like than business men./ Their wares are so much harder to get rid of. |
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| Nobody was ever meant , To remember or invent , What he did with every cent. |
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| Nothing Gold Can Stay |
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Oh I kept the first for another day
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if should ever come back. |
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