And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death.
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Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep.
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All quotes βPoetry is that art which selects and arranges the symbols of thought in such a manner as to excite the imagination the most powerfully and delightfully.
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