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![]() That gives up all her mind, A man may find in no man a friendship of her kind. |
![]() Beauty to make a stranger's eye distraught, Or hers before a looking-glass, for such, Being made beautiful overmuch, Consider beauty a sufficient end, Lose natural kindness and maybe The heart-revealing intimacy That chooses right, and never find a friend. |
![]() I sat, a solitary man, In a crowded London shop, And open book and empty cup On the marble table-top. |
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![]() Never to have drawn the breath of life, never to have looked into the eye of day; The second best's a gay goodnight and quickly turn away. |
![]() No pleasing habit ends, No man grows old, no girl grows cold, But friends walk by friends. |
![]() A dying animal; A man awaits his end Dreading and hoping all. |
![]() Nor public men, nor cheering crowds. |
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![]() I must lie down where all ladders start In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart. |
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