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"I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there 's a pair of us-don't tell! They 'd banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody! How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog!"
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"Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath."
"In lands I never saw, they say, Immortal Alps look down,Whose bonnets touch the firmament,Whose sandals touch the town, -Meek at whose everlasting feetA myriad daisies play.Which, sir, are you, and which am I.Upon an August day?"
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"I wonder if it hurts to live,And if they have to try,And whether, could they choose between,They would not rather die."
"Faith-is the Pierless BridgeSupporting what We seeUnto the Scene that We do not-Too slender for the eyeIt bears the Soul as boldAs it were rocked in SteelWith Arms of Steel at either side-It joins-behind the VeilTo what, could We presumeThe Bridge would cease to beTo Our far, vacillating FeetA first Necessity."
"The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring."
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