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Sleep puts out silent fingers,
And leads me back to the roar
Of the dead salt sea that vomits
Wrecks of the past ashore.

— Francis Turner Palgrave

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When once the mind has raised itself to grasp and to delight in excellence, those who love most will be found to love most wisely.

Golden Treasury of English Songs and Lyrics (1861)

Our hope is less to last through Art than deeper searching of the heart, than broader range of uttered truth.

Time's corrosive dewdrop eats
The giant warrior to a crust
Of earth in earth and rust in rust.

Let the children play
And sit like flowers upon thy grave
And crown with flowers,—that hardly have
A briefer blooming-tide than they.

Shakespeare's stage must hold the glass to every age.

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