Life's more amusing than we thought.
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You can cover a great deal of country in books.
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He missed an invaluable opportunity to hold his tongue.
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He uses statistics as a drunken man uses lamp posts - for support rather than for illumination.
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He uses statistics as a drunken man uses lampposts -- for support rather than for illumination.
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An unsophisticated forecaster uses statistics as a drunken man uses lamp-posts - for support rather than for illumination.
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I don't think the idea of homosexuality is really taboo any more. Our culture is evolving. This is an exciting time to be living.
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Dizain
As, to the pipe, with rhythmic feet
In windings of some old-world dance,
The smiling couples cross and meet,
Join hands, and then in line advance,
So, to these fair old tunes of France,
Through all their maze of to-and-fro,
The light-heeled numbers laughing go,
Retreat, return, and ere they flee,
One moment pause in panting row,
And seem to say--Vos plaudite!
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A Scot to Jeanne D’Arc
DARK Lily without blame,
Not upon us the shame,
Whose sires were to the Auld Alliance true;
They, by the Maiden’s side,
Victorious fought and died;
One stood by thee that fiery torment through,
Till the White Dove from thy pure lips had passed,
And thou wert with thine own St. Catherine at the last.
Once only didst thou see,
In artist’s imagery,
Thine own face painted, and that precious thing
Was in an Archer’s hand
From the leal Northern land.
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Les Roses de Sâdi
This morning I vowed I would bring thee my roses,
They were thrust in the band that my bodice encloses;
But the breast-knots were broken, the roses went free.
The breast-knots were broken; the roses together
Floated forth on the wings of the wind and the weather,
And they drifted afar down the streams of the sea.
And the sea was as red as when sunset uncloses;
But my raiment is sweet from the scent of the roses,
Thou shalt know, love, how fragrant a memory can be.
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