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I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
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There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and disdainful.
And all the wiles
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I am alone, in spite of love,
In spite of all I take and give—
In spite of all your tenderness,
Sometimes I am not glad to live.
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I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be l
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The happiest day- the happiest hour
My sear'd and blighted heart hath known,
The highest hope of pride and power,
I feel hath flown.
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Elizabeth it is in vain you say
'Love not' — thou sayest it in so sweet a way:
In vain those words from thee or L. E. L.
Zantippe's talents had enforced so well:
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When I compare
What I have lost with what I have gained,
What I have missed with what attained,
Little room do I find for pride.
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Strange that I did not know him then.
That friend of mine!
I did not even show him then
One friendly sign;
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If you fancy that your people came of better stock than mine,
If you hint of higher breeding by a word or by a sign,
If you're proud because of fortune or the clever things you do --
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What's the best thing in the world?
June-rose, by May-dew impearled;
Sweet south-wind, that means no rain;
Truth, not cruel to a friend;
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They are alike, prim scholar and perfervid lover:
When comes the season of decay, they both decide
Upon sweet, husky cats to be the household pride;
Cats choose, like them, to sit, and like them, shudder.
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I put my heart to school
In the world, where men grow wise,
'Go out,' I said, 'and learn the rule;
Come back when you win a prize.'
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I CAUGHT this morning morning’s minion, king-
dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
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The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day
runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth
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'Am I, at bottom, that fervent little Spanish Catholic child who chastised herself for loving toys, who forbade herself the enjoyment of sweet foods, who practiced silence, who humiliated her pride, who adored symbols, statues, burning candles, incense, the caress of nuns, organ music, for whom Communion was a great event? I was so exalted by the idea of eating Jesus's flesh and drinking His blood that I couldn't swallow the host well, and I dreaded harming the it.
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He whom I enclose with my name is weeping in this dungeon.
I am ever busy building this wall all around; and as this wall goes up into
the sky day by day I lose sight of my true being in its dark shadow.
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For one brief golden moment rare like wine,
The gracious city swept across the line;
Oblivious of the color of my skin,
Forgetting that I was an alien guest,
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In placid hours well-pleased we dream
Of many a brave unbodied scheme.
But form to lend, pulsed life create,
What unlike things must meet and mate:
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My heart was heavy, for its trust had been
Abused, its kindness answered with foul wrong;
So, turning gloomily from my fellow-men,
One summer Sabbath day I strolled among
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Joy stayed with me a night --
Young and free and fair --
And in the morning light
He left me there.
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Honour the men that died and wear your poppy with pride
Honour the girls that worked so hard and wear your poppy with pride
Honour those that survived conflict and wear your poppy with pride
For all these that gave us our freedom so wear your poppy with pride
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check yourself fool
check your judgement
check yourself by judging yourself
pride yourself by judging yourself
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Pride is a sort of self-respect and personal worth
Feel of self -superiority and blaming others as unworthy
Ever feels thy safe, and self-defense
Pride of thy power and dignity commence
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Voice of my Pride
Everyday I wake up
With the dream, be top
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Puny pride parades pomposity
Pounding its cherished chest in a quest
To increase celerity and luminosity
Thereby eating its substance and balance into a pesky pest.
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Pride prunes progress
Furnishing fibres for the fall
Fertilizing distress and stress in the race
For a condemnation crash against a wizadry wall.
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A truism from the past worthy of recall
The familiar old saying pride comes before a fall
And nothing more humbling to you than a dent to your pride
When your ego from shame it has nowhere for to hide
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Of all the clothes that men (women)wear
Pride is the garment of lost Souls
Overly priced and over polished
Pride out shines all virtues
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Pride grows with power or wealth.
Pride grows with skill and knowledge
Pride grows without these also.
Humility too is a form of pride.
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