If we can discover the meaning in the trilling of a frog, perhaps we may understand why it is for us not merely noise but a song of poetry and emotion. |
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It is the timber of poetry that wears most surely, and there is no timber that has not strong roots among the clay and worms. |
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Judge not my passion, by my want of skill, Many love well, though they express it ill. |
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