The poor dog, in life the firmest friend, the first to welcome, the foremost to defend.
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The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the starsDid wander darkling in the eternal space.
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Gwynned lies two days westwards; still further south, the weregeld calls. Mayhap with All-Father Woden's favour, my deeds may yet inspire the skalds.
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He thought about himself, and the whole Earth, Of Man the wonderful, and of the Stars, And how the deuce they ever could have birth; And then he thought of Earthquakes, and of Wars, How many miles the Moon might have in girth, Of Air-balloons, and of the many barsTo perfect Knowledge of the boundless Skies; And then he thought of Donna Julia's eyes.
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I awoke one morning to find myself famous.
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Tis strange,-but true; for truth is always strange; Stranger than fiction: if it could be told, How much would novels gain by the exchange!How differently the world would men behold!
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For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
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Wedded she some years, and to a manOf fifty, and such husbands are in plenty; And yet, I think, instead of such a ONE'Twere better to have TWO of five and twenty..
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What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it.
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Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.
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But pomp and power alone are woman's care, And where these are light Eros finds a feere; Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where Seraphs might despair.
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My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.
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But 'why then publish?' There are no rewardsOf fame or profit when the world grows weary.I ask in turn why do you play at cards?Why drink? Why read? To make some hour less dreary. It occupies me to turn back regardsOn what I've seen or pondered, sad or cheery, And what I write I cast upon the streamTo swim or sink. I have had at least my dream.
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If I do not write to empty my mind, I go mad.
I will keep no further journal of that same hesternal torch?light; and, to prevent me from returning, like a dog, to the vomit of memory, I tear out the remaining leaves of this volume..
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