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Dewdrops, Nature's tears, which she
Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die.
The sun insists on gladness; but at night,
When he is gone, poor Nature loves to weep.

— Philip James Bailey Festus (1813)

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Poets are all who love, who feel great truths,
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In feelings, not in figures on a dial.

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Evil and good are God's right hand and left.

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