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My wind is turned to bitter north,
That was so soft a south before;
My sky, that shone so sunny bright,
With foggy gloom is clouded o’er
My gay green leaves are yellow-black,
Upon the dank autumnal floor;
For love, departed once, comes back
No more again, no more.

— Arthur Hugh Clough

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Thou shalt have one God only; who
Would be at the expense of two?

The horrible pleasure of pleasing inferior people.

Amours de Voyage (1858)

Allah is great, no doubt, and Juxtaposition his prophet.

Amours de Voyage (1858)

A world where nothing is had for nothing.

The Bothie of Toper-na-fuosich (1848)

That out of sight is out of mind
Is true of most we leave behind.

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