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Perhaps the wind
Wails so in winter for the summers dead,
And all sad sounds are nature’s funeral cries
For what has been and is not.
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An election is coming. Universal peace is declared, and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.
Felix Holt (1866)
What greater thing is there for two human souls, than to feel that they are joined for life – to strengthen each other in all labour, to rest on each other in all sorrow, to minister to each other in all pain, to be one with each other in silent unspeakable memories at the moment of the last parting?
It’s but little good you’ll do watering last year’s crops.
He was like a cock who thought the sun had risen to hear him crow.
Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving us wordy evidence of the fact.
Impressions of Theophrastus Such, chapter 4.