Our cheer goes back to them, the valiant dead!
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Our cheer goes back to them, the valiant dead!
Laurels and roses on their graves to-day,
Lilies and laurels over them we lay,
And violets o'er each unforgotten head.
I'll tell you how the sun rose a ribbon at a time
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I'll tell you how the sun rose a ribbon at a time.
The Bible contains six admonishments to homosexua
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The Bible contains six admonishments to homosexuals and 362 admonishments to heterosexuals. That doesn't mean that God doesn't love heterosexuals. It's just that they need more supervision.
The Rose Bowl is the only bowl I've ever seen tha
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The Rose Bowl is the only bowl I've ever seen that I didn't have to clean.
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm
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Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
I question not if thrushes sing,
If roses loa
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I question not if thrushes sing,
If roses load the air;
Beyond my heart I need not reach
When all is summer there.
Their own souls rose and cried
Alarum when th
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Their own souls rose and cried
Alarum when they heard the sudden wail
Of stricken freedom and along the gale
Saw her eternal banner quivering wide.
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm
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Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
To feel keenly the poetry of a morning's roses, o
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To feel keenly the poetry of a morning's roses, one has to have just escaped from the claws of this vulture which we call sickness.
God gave us memories that we might have roses in
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God gave us memories that we might have roses in December.
Marriage is a book of which the first chapter is
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Marriage is a book of which the first chapter is written in poetry and the remaining chapters in prose.
Each fairy breath of summer, as it blows with lov
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Each fairy breath of summer, as it blows with loveliness, inspires the blushing rose.
How did it happen that their lips came together?&
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How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.
Love is like the wild-rose briar;
Friendship
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Love is like the wild-rose briar;
Friendship is like the holly-tree.
The holly is dark when the rose briar blooms,
But which will bloom most constantly?
You can't escape history, or the needs and neuros
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You can't escape history, or the needs and neuroses you've picked up like layers and layers of tartar on your teeth.
The trouble with us in America isn't that the poe
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The trouble with us in America isn't that the poetry of life has turned to prose, but that it has turned to advertising copy.
I'd rather have roses on my table than diamonds o
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I'd rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck.
A prose writer gets tired of writing prose, and w
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A prose writer gets tired of writing prose, and wants to be a poet. So he begins every line with a capital letter, and keeps on writing prose.
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