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    Time for a profile update! I think I'll be posting my favourite poems and book quotes in here from now on. Movie quotes too, perhaps. This should be fun (at least for me =P) and I want to see how long I can get this list.<br />
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    After a year, obviously not very long. I need to read more poetry!    <br />
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    They told me you had been to her,<br />
    And mentioned me to him:<br />
    She gave me a good character,<br />
    But said I could not swim.<br />
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    He sent them word I had not gone<br />
    (We know it to be true):<br />
    If she should push the matter on,<br />
    What would become of you?<br />
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    I gave her one, they gave him two,<br />
    You gave us three or more;<br />
    They all returned from him to you,<br />
    Though they were mine before.<br />
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    If I or she should chance to be<br />
    Involved in this affair,<br />
    He trusts to you to set them free,<br />
    Exactly as we were.<br />
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    My notion was that you had been<br />
    (Before she had this fit)<br />
    An obstacle that came between<br />
    Him, and ourselves, and it,<br />
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    Don't let him know she liked them best,<br />
    For this must ever be<br />
    A secret, kept from all the rest,<br />
    Between yourself and me.<br />
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    Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carol<br />
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    The free evening fades, outside the windows fastened with decorative iron grilles.<br />
    The lamps are lighted; the shades are drawn; the nurses are watching a little.<br />
    It is the hour of the complicated knitting on the safe bones of needles; of the games of anagrams and bridge;<br />
    The deadly game of chess; the book held up like a mask.<br />
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    The period of the wildest weeping, the fiercest delusion, is over.<br />
    The women rest their tired half-healed hearts; they are almost well.<br />
    Some of them will stay almost well always; the blunt-faced woman whose thinking dissolved<br />
    Under academic discipline; the manic-depressive girl<br />
    Now levelling off one paranoiac afflicted with jealousy.<br />
    Another with persecution. Some alleviation has been possible.<br />
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    O fortunate bride, who never again will become elated after childbirth!<br />
    O lucky older wife, who has been cured of feeling unwanted!<br />
    To the surburban railway station you will return, return,<br />
    To meet forever Jim home on the on the 5:35.<br />
    You will be again as normal and selfish and heartless as anybody else.<br />
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    There is life left: the piano says it with its octave smile.<br />
    The soft carpets pad the thump and splinter of the suicide to be.<br />
    Everything will be splendid: the grandmother will not drink habitually.<br />
    The fruit salad will bloom on the plate like a bouquet<br />
    And the garden produce the blue-ribbon aquilegia.<br />
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    The cat will be glad; the fathers feel justified; the mothers relieved.<br />
    The sons and husbands will no longer need to pay the bills.<br />
    Childhood will be put away, the obscene nightmare abated.<br />
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    At the ends of corridors the baths are running.<br />
    Mrs C. again feels the shadow of the obsessive idea.<br />
    Miss R. looks at the mantel-piece, which must mean something.<br />
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    Evening in the Sanitarium by Louise Bogan<br />
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    Come live with me and be my love,<br />
    And we will all the pleasures prove<br />
    That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,<br />
    Woods, or steepy mountain yields.<br />
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    And we will sit upon rocks,<br />
    Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,<br />
    By shallow rivers to whose falls<br />
    Melodious birds sing madrigals.<br />
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    And I will make thee beds of roses<br />
    And a thousand fragrant poises,<br />
    A cap of flowers, and a kirtle<br />
    Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;<br />
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    A gown made of the finest wool<br />
    Which from our pretty lambs we pull;<br />
    Fair lined slippers for the cold,<br />
    With buckles of the purest gold;<br />
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    A belt of straw and ivy buds,<br />
    With coral clasps and amber studs;<br />
    And if these pleasures may thee move,<br />
    Come live with me, and be my love.<br />
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    The shepherds's swains shall dance and sing<br />
    For thy delight each May morning:<br />
    If these delights thy mind may move,<br />
    Then live with me and be my love. <br />
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    The Passionate Shepherd to His Love by Christopher Marlowe<br />
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    If all the world and love were young,<br />
    And truth in every shepherd's tongue,<br />
    These pretty pleasures might me move<br />
    To live with thee and be thy love.<br />
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    Time drives the flocks from field to fold,<br />
    When rivers rage and rocks grow cold;<br />
    And Philomel becometh dumb;<br />
    The rest complains of cares to come.<br />
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    The flowers do fade, and wanton fields<br />
    To wayward winter reckoning yields:<br />
    A honey tongue, a heart of gall,<br />
    Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.<br />
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    The gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,<br />
    Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies<br />
    Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, - <br />
    In folly ripe, in reason rotten.<br />
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    Thy belt of straw and ivy buds,<br />
    Thy coral clasps and amber studs,<br />
    All these in me no means can move<br />
    To come to thee and be thy love.<br />
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    But could youth last and love still breed,<br />
    Had joys no date nor age no need,<br />
    Then these delights my mind might move<br />
    To live with thee and be thy love. <br />
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    The nymph's reply to the shepherd by Sir Walter Ralegh<br />
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    And there've been many times, at work, at rest<br />
    I've bathed in his beauty's warmth, like the sun,<br />
    and felt like his grace and wit possessed<br />
    a charm that melts, or at least I would have done.<br />
    The property of nature, they say's to love<br />
    but nature sits uneasy with honour and with name,<br />
    and though I might dream of swooping from above,<br />
    a noble birth regards low-born things with shame.<br />
    Envy, how well I know your sting,<br />
    living here as I watch the joy of others,<br />
    and though I feel this poor heart bursting,<br />
    I cling to rank, and memory smothers<br />
    everything but one resentful hope in store:<br />
    if only I were less, if only he were more.<br />
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    Dog in the Manger by Lope de Vega    <br />
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    My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;<br />
    Coral is far more red than her lips' red;<br />
    If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;<br />
    If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.<br />
    I have seen roses damasked, red and white,<br />
    But no such roses see I in her cheeks;<br />
    And in some perfumes is there more delight<br />
    Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.<br />
    I love to hear her speak, yet well I know<br />
    That music hath a far more pleasing sound;<br />
    I grant I never saw a goddess go;<br />
    My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.<br />
    And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare<br />
    As any she belied with false compare.<br />
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    My mistress' eyes by William Shakespeare    <br />
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