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I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. Elizabeth Barrett Browning | ||
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"Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed
by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it. And Scrooge's name was
good upon 'Change for anything he chose to put his hand to. Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail." Charles Dickens |
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"Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky, Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone, Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die, One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie. One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie." J.R.R. Tolkien |
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"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisom, it was the age of foolishness,
it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of
Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing
before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was
so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being recieved, for good or
for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only."
Charles Dickens |
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"Squire Trelawney, Dr. Livesey, and the rest of these
gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars about Treasure Island, from the
beginning to the end, keeping nothing back but the bearings of the island, and that only because there is still
treasure not yet lifted, I take up my pen in the year of grace 17--, and go back to the time when my father kept
the "Admiral Benbow" inn, and the brown old seaman, with the sabre cut, first took up his lodgings under our roof." Robert Louis Stevenson |
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"TRUE! - nervous - very, very dreadfully nervous I had been
and am; but why will you say that I am mad?" Edgar Allan Poe |
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