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Description: | I had to know the point to which the path was tracked and when the definition would cease to be my own |
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Description: | Way back in the soft center of hard times did not their resistance to change in the sentiment make some sense What could take the place of the... |
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Description: | If everything stopped dead — watches, tickers, hands — on every island something new would bloom and another age begin |
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Description: | A working lifetime minted these good coins – every day devoted to circulating them through the same routine streets wore them thin into retirement |
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Description: | The style of reachings, temporal or spiritual, for transformation of the earth. The chapel of Rockford Female Seminary, later Rockford College, 1889-1892... |
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Description: | I'll show you all the imported graces and you shall see New Fontainebleau |
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Description: | Well-scrubbed proprieties, in no danger except the possible over-minding of their own manners or being out-voted by Activists |
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Description: | As though the tree inclined lacked discipline, pruned of its working part |
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Description: | To some who want to leave it would be dull But to us who want to stay the moment is surprising: never lax only turning out of nowhere lastin... |
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Description: | Our side of the fence is all dovetail — where they winked and upset the story-book, that's over on your side |
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Description: | In the letter was the hope that you were well For shorter hours A newer coat And Grace when there was any Grace to tell |
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Description: | Always looking at the vacancy in that great sea of people All there ever was was a greeting card and that one a mirage |
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Description: | White horses, white fences that money can't buy |
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Description: | Bring back somehow the big Hello Prolong the noisiest day The clapping hands are stilled too soon And much too far away |
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Description: | A word without momentum that settled on a note of calm caught wind and spun its venom into froth, to cool a Sunday afternoon in June |
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Description: | The bargain was that the driven wedge would never be withdrawn |
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Description: | The first time out of doors in shirtsleeves is a moment of kindlier feeling, of stern and lonely reservations gladly set aside. With the passing ... |
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Description: | A fire is not a place, but a containment to keep burning. A reassembly of inner flames around the patriarch, A school and script for golden we... |
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Description: | If we could look forward? If they could have looked forward? at what kind of life along what kind of dotted lines? At the top of the stairs, t... |
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Description: | All about, wherever a thought stirred, are the memorabilia of its traces. As it is spoken, so is it written; as it is crucified, so is it grav... |
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