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Where Go The Poet's Lines? Answer, Ye Evening Tapers!
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Where go the poet's lines?
Answer, ye evening tapers!
Ye auburn locks, ye golden curls,
Speak from your folded papers!
-- Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809-1894)
-- The Poet's Lot
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Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye all gone? And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye?
-- William Shakespeare...
It is the province of knowledge to speak And it is the privilege of wisdom to listen.
-- Oliver Wendell Holme...
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ACK and ye shall receive.
ASCII and ye shall RX.
Avast, ye swabs!
Fax and ye shall receive.
Praise Ye the Lord!!
Be ye angry and sin not; let not the sun go down upon your wrath. -- Ephesians 4:26