If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars.
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A world where nothing is had for nothing.
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Grace is given of god, but knowledge is bought in the market.
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The highest political buzz word is not liberty, equality, fraternity or solidarity; it is service.
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Well, I know, after all, it is only juxtaposition, Juxtaposition, in short; and what is juxtaposition?
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And almost every one, when age, Disease, or sorrows strike him, Inclines to think there is a God, Or something very like him.
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Whither depart the souls of the brave that die in the battle, Die in the lost, lost fight, for the cause that perishes with them?
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With Whom is no Variableness, Neither Shadow of Turning
It fortifies my soul to know
That, though I perish, Truth is so:
That, howsoe'er I stray and range,
Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change.
I steadier step when I recall
That, if I slip, Thou dost not fall.
poem by Arthur Hugh Clough
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Darkness (a Fragment)
But that from slow dissolving pomps of dawn
No verity of slowly strengthening light
Early or late hath issued; that the day
Scarce-shown, relapses rather, self-withdrawn,
Back to the glooms of ante-natal night,
For this, O human beings, mourn we may.
poem by Arthur Hugh Clough
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Perché Pensa? Pensando s'Invecchia
To spend uncounted years of pain,
Again, again, and yet again,
In working out in heart and brain
The problem of our being here;
To gather facts from far and near,
Upon the mind to hold them clear,
And, knowing more may yet appear,
Unto one's latest breath to fear
The premature result to draw--
Is this the object, end and law,
And purpose of our being here?
poem by Arthur Hugh Clough
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