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Again we breathe
Fresh air and sun through lanes your lances made.

— John Nichol Hannibal (1873)

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The dog that barks the loudest is not he
That grips the fastest.

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Pale maids with passionless purity adorn
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The pastime of light minds
Is mocking others' grief.

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All is light
To him that lightly loves.

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The Gods are not of Rome or Italy:
They dwell in earth's abyss or with the stars,
Their shrines are where we bring heroic hearts.

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