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But we are gifted, even in November,
Rawest of seasons, with so huge a sense
Of her nakedly worn magnificence
We forget cruelty and past betrayal,
Heedless of where the next bright bolt may fall.

— Robert Graves

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Truth-loving Persians do not dwell upon
The trivial skirmish fought near Marathon.

New beginnings and new shoots
Spring again from hidden roots
Pull or stab or cut or burn,
Love must ever yet return.

Fairies and Fusiliers (1917)

The remarkable thing about Shakespeare is that he is really very good — in spite of all the people who say he is very good.

Children born of fairy stock
Never need for shirt or frock,
Never want for food or fire,
Always get their heart's desire...

Fairies and Fusiliers (1917)

Faults in English prose derive not so much from lack of knowledge, intelligence or art as from lack of thought, patience or goodwill.

The Reader Over Your Shoulder (1943)

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