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His weary life gave him a crown of thorns, for he must abide its strangeness through the heavy hours, as of fear and dismay—a nip of bitter-sour ache,gives him a secret revival, by the lute he has!
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― Venus and Crepuscule
― Venus and Crepuscule
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Man,see the yonder sun,it survives, yet human moldered beneath the sprouting grass; his glory is like a sunset;see the relics of the shattered palaces here.
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― The Bell Ringing Woman: A Blue Bell of Inspiration
― The Bell Ringing Woman: A Blue Bell of Inspiration
