The soft blue sky did never melt
Into his heart; he never felt
The witching of the soft blue sky!
From William Wordsworth’s Peter Bell (1888)
The soft blue sky did never melt
Into his heart; he never felt
The witching of the soft blue sky!
From William Wordsworth’s Peter Bell (1888)
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Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
From Percy Bysshe Shelley’s The Cenci (1819)
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Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus.
The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see.
From Francis Pharcellus Church’s Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus (1897)
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There is a temple in ruin stands,
Fashion’d by long forgotten hands.
From Lord Byron’s Siege of Corinth (1816)
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In old days there were angels who came and took men by the hand and led them away from the city of destruction.
We see no white-winged angels now.
But yet men are led away from threatening destruction: a hand is put into theirs, which leads them forth gently towards a calm and bright land, so that they look no more backward; and the hand may be a little child’s.
From George Eliot’s Silas Marmer (1861)
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Egypt! from whose all dateless tombs arose
Forgotten Pharaohs from their long repose,
And shook within their pyramids to hear
A new Cambyses thundering in their ear…
From Lord Byron’s The Age of Bronze (1823)
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“Jesus,” he said to himself.
“Drunk for ten years.”
From F Scott Fitzgerald’s The Lost Decade (1939)
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