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I must not think of thee; and, tired yet strong,
I shun the thought that lurks in all delight—
The thought of thee—and in the blind Heaven's height,
And in the sweetest passage of a song.

— Alice Meynell Poems (1893)

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It is easy to replace man, and it will take no great time, where Nature has lapsed, to replace Nature.

The Colour of Life and Other Essays (1896)

Happiness is not a matter of events; it depends upon the tides of the mind.

The Rhythm of Life and Other Essays (1893)

Compassion in the highest degree is the divinest form of religion.

What else, indeed, should mediocrity be but widespread, anywhere?

Childhood (1913)

Children appeal to us by a variant of the quality of pathos.

Children of the Old Masters (Italian School) (1903)

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