Every day: a story

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˹ 79 - Dying for my sake "White and pink! " Can't we touch these bubbles then "But they break?
˹ 18 - Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
˹ 37 - I would that you were all to me, You that are just so much, no more. Nor yours nor mine, nor slave nor free! Where does the fault lie? What the core O' the wound, since wound must be?
˹ 132 - For wherein shall it be known here that I and thy people have found grace in thy sight? is it not in that thou goest with us? so shall we be separated, I and thy people, from all the people that are upon the face of the earth.
˹ 89 - Mountford but most likely you never felt it that to be wroth with those we love Doth work like madness in the brain...
˹ 18 - One word is too often profaned For me to profane it ; One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it ; One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother; And pity from thee more dear Than that from another. I can give not what men call love: But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above, And the Heavens reject not : The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow ? (1821.) LAST CHORUS OF 'HELLAS.
˹ 1 - Then her cheek was pale and thinner than should be for one so young, And her eyes on all my motions with a mute observance hung. And I said, " My cousin Amy, speak, and speak the truth to me, Trust me, cousin, all the current of my being sets to thee.
˹ 45 - Might we not, with a rational consistency, and in conformity with some of the actual procedures of the present social system, imagine, for example, the merciless tyrant who in cold revenge has held the...
˹ 44 - HER mouth is fragrant as a vine, A vine with birds in all its boughs ; Serpent and scarab for a sign Between the beauty of her brows And the amorous deep lids divine.
˹ 103 - All common good has common price ; Exceeding good, exceeding ; Christ bought the keys of Paradise By cruel bleeding; And every soul that wins a place Upon its hills of pleasure, Must give its all, and beg for grace To fill the measure.