Quote #20

I grow in worth, and wit, and sense, Unboding critic-pen, Or that eternal want of pence, Which vexes public men, Who hold their hands to all, and cry For that which all deny them - Who sweep the crossings, wet or dry, And all the world go by them.

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  1. My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
  2. As shines the moon in clouded skies, She in her poor attire was seen; One praised her ankles, one her eyes, One her dark hair and lovesome …
  3. But we grow old. Ah! when shall all men's good Be each man's rule, and universal Peace Lie like a shaft of light across the land, And like …
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  5. Meet is it changes should control Our being, lest we rust in ease. We all are changed by still degrees, All but the basis of the soul.
  6. Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.
  7. The slow sweet hours that bring us all things good, The slow sad hours that bring us all things ill, And all good things from evil, brought…
  8. Break, break, break At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.

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