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"All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves."
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"I feel that I can't do certain things that have sent to me, scripts, because I think that really - I've been June Cleaver for so many years, because we went back, you know, and we did - 20-year hiatus we had - and we went back and made 105 new ones. And so I really feel very strongly that there are certain things I won't do."
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"All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves."
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"This is a ridiculous heat wave we're in right now, and to contribute, Newt Gingrich said that for the entire month of June, he will stop blowing hot air."
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"There are two seasons in Scotland: June and Winter."
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"This was in June, 1866. Frank wrote for me to come to him at once, and although my own wound was still very bad, I started immediately and stayed with him at the house of Mr. Alexander Severe, in Nelson county, until he recovered, which was in September."
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"I was born in Taunton, Massachusetts on June 1, 1917, but I actually grew up in nearby New Bedford."
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"Autumn wins you best by this, its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay."
Sympathy
"Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph?"
Man
"It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least."
Art
"All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves."
June
"Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?"
Heaven
"Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character."
Faith
"Finds progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beast's; God is, they are, Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be."
God
"Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven."
Art
"God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency."
God
"Better have failed in the high aim, as I, Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed As, God be thanked! I do not."
God
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