Give me books French wine fruit fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know
you dazzled me there is nothing in the world so bright and delicate
There is nothing stable in the world
But I being poor have only my dreams
I lay them at your feet tread softly for you tread on my dreams
Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by Singularity it should strike the reader as a wording of his own. highest thoughts and appear almost a remembrance
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and
troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul
Beauty is truth truth beauty that is all he know on earth and all he need to know on earth
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