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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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More from George Eliot
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)
Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles. What do we live for if not to make the world less difficult for each other?
Oh may I join the choir invisible
Of those immortal dead who live again
In minds made better by their presence.
Oh may I join the Choir invisible.
His smile is sweetened by his gravity.
Certain winds will make men’s temper bad.