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| "I cannot rest from travel; I will drink/Life to the lees." |
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| Alfred, Lord Tennyson, "Ulysses" |
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| "How dull it is to pause, to make an end,/To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!" |
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| Alfred, Lord Tennyson, "Ulysses" |
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| "Death closes all; but something ere the end,/Some work of noble note, may yet be done,/Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods." |
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| Alfred, Lord Tennyson, "Ulysses" |
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| "We are not now that strength which in old days/Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,--/One equal temper of heroic hearts,/Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will/To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield." |
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| Alfred, Lord Tennyson, "Ulysses" |
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| "The schoolmaster was leaving the village, and everybody seemed sorry." |
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| Thomas Hardy, Jude the Obscure |
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| "However it was my poverty and not my will that consented to be beaten. It takes two or three generations to do what I tried to do in one; and my impulses--affections--vices perhaps they should be called--were too strong not to hamper a man without advantages; who should be as cold-blooded as a fish and as selfish as a pig to have a really good chance of being on of his country's worthies." |
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| Thomas Hardy, Jude the Obscure |
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| "It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife." |
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| Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice |
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| "I was angry with my friend:/I told my wrath, my wrath did end." |
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| William Blake, "A Poison Tree," from Songs of Experience |
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| "Five years have past; five summers, with the length/Of five long winters! and again I hear/These waters, rolling from their mountain springs/With a soft inland murmur." |
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| William Wordsworth, "Tintern Abbey" |
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Term
| "While with an eye made quiet by the power/Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,/We see into the life of things." |
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| William Wordsworth, "Tintern Abbey" |
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Term
| "The world is too much with us; late and soon,/Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:/Little we see in Nature that is ours;/We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!" |
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| William Wordsworth, "The World Is Too Much with Us" |
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| "A damsel with a dulcimer/In a vision once I saw:/It was an Abyssinian maid,/And on her dulcimer she played,/Singing of Mount Ahora." |
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| Samuel Taylor Coleridge, "Kubla Khan" |
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Term
| "Water, water, everywhere,/And all the boards did shrink;/Water, water, everywhere,/Nor any drop to drink." |
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| Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner |
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Term
| "The many men, so beautiful!/And they all dead did lie:/And a thousand thousand slimy things/Lived on, and so did I." |
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| Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner |
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| "He prayeth best, who loveth best/All things both great and small;/For the dear God who loveth us,/He made and loveth all." |
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| Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner |
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Term
| "Man marks the earth with ruin--his control/Stops with the shore..." |
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| George Gordon, Lord Byron, from Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, "Canto IV" |
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Term
| "When, for a moment, like a drop of rain,/He sinks into thy depths with bubling groan,/Without a grave, unknelled, unconffined, and unknown." |
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| George Gordon, Lord Byron, from Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, "Canto IV" |
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| "And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy/Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be/Borne, like thy bubbles, onward..." |
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| George Gordon, Lord Byron from Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, "Canto IV" |
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Term
| "--and what is writ, is writ;/Would it were worthier!" |
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| George Gordon, Lord Byron, from Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, "Canto IV" |
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Term
| "And on the pedestal these words appear:/'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings,/Look on my works, ye Mighty and despair!" |
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Definition
| Percy Bysshe Shelley, "Ozymandias" |
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Term
| "Nothing beside remains. Round the decay/Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare/The lone and level sands stretch far away." |
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| Percy Bysshe Shelley, "Ozymandias" |
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| "Nothing beside remains. Round the decay/Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare/The lone and level sands stretch far away." |
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| Percy Bysshe Shelley, "Ozymandias" |
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| "Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;/Destroyer and preserver; hear, O, hear!" |
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| Percy Bysshe Shelley, "Ode to the West Wind" |
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| "As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need./Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!/I fall upon the thorns as life! I bleed!" |
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| Percy Bysshe Shelley, "Ode to the West Wind" |
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| "The trumpet of a prophecy! O, Wind,/If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?" |
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| Percy Bysshe Shelley, "Ode to the West Wind" |
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| "Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:/Then felt I like some watcher of the skies/ When a new planet swims into his ken;/Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes/ He stared at the Pacific--" |
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| John Keats, "On First Looking into Chapman's Homer" |
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Term
| "My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains/ My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk..." |
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Definition
| John Keats, "Ode to a Nightingale" |
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Term
| "Away! away! for I will fly to thee,/ Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,/But on the viewless wings of Posey,/ Though the dull brain perplexes and retards..." |
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| John Keats, "Ode to a Nightingale" |
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Term
| "Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!/ No hungry generations tread thee down..." |
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| John Keats, "Ode to a Nightingale" |
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Term
| "Was it a vision, or a waking dream?/ Fled is that music:--Do I wake or sleep?" |
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| John Keats, "Ode to a Nightingale" |
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Term
| "Thou still unravished bride of quietness,/ Thou foster child of silence and slow time,/Sylvan historian, who canst thus express/ A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme..." |
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| John Keats, "Ode on a Grecian Urn" |
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| "'Beauty is truth, truth beauty'--that is all/ Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know." |
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| John Keats, "Ode on a Grecian Urn" |
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