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A Soul as full of Worth as void of Pride,

Which nothing seeks to show, or needs to hide,

Which nor to guilt nor fear its Caution owes,

And boasts a Warmth that from no passion flows.

 

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That time of year thou mayst in me behold

When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang

Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,

Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

In me thou see'st the twilight of such day

As after sunset fadeth in the west,

Which by and by black night doth take away,

Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.

In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire

That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,

As the deathbed whereon it must expire

Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.

This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,

To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

 

(W. Shakespeare. Sonnet LXXIII)

 

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But Oh! ye lords of ladies intellectual

Inform us truly, have they not hen-peck'd you all?

 

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. Talk all you like about automatic ovens and electric dishwashers, there is nothing you can have around the house as useful as a husband. (Ph. McGinley. Sixpence in Her Shoe.)

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No sun no moon!

No morn no noon

No dawn no dusk no proper time of day

No sky no earthly view

No distance looking blue

No road no street no t'other side the way

No end to any Row

No indications where the Crescents go

No top to any steeple

No recognition of familiar people!

No warmth no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,

No comfortable feel in any member;

No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,

No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds.

November!

 

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And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,

Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.

 

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When night

Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons

Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.

(J. Milton. Paradise Lost)

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It was six o'clock on a winter's evening. Thin, dingy rain s-pat and drizzled past the lighted street lamps. The pavements shone long and yellow. In squeaking galoshes, with makintosh collars up and bowlers and trilbies weeping, youngish men from the offices bundled home against the thistly wind.

 

(D. Thomas. The Followers}

 

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Something seemed to break in Winterbourne's head. He felt he was going mad, and sprang to his feet. The line of bullets smashed across his chest like a savage steel whip.

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