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    Nothing but blackness aboveAnd nothing that moves but the cars...God, if you wish for our love,Fling us a handful of stars! - Caliban in the Coal Mines.

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Five miles meandering with mazy motion, Through dale the sacred
river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, read more

Five miles meandering with mazy motion, Through dale the sacred
river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank
the tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard
from far Ancestral voices prophesying war!

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Literary Men are . . . a perpetual priesthood.

Literary Men are . . . a perpetual priesthood.

by Thomas Carlyle Found in: Literature Quotes,
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Poetry is life distilled.

Poetry is life distilled.

by Gwendolyn Brooks Found in: Literature Quotes,
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We read poetry because the poets, like ourselves, have been haunted by the inescapable tyranny of time and death; have read more

We read poetry because the poets, like ourselves, have been haunted by the inescapable tyranny of time and death; have suffered the pain of loss, and the more wearing, continuous pain of frustration and failure; and have had moods of unlooked-for release and peace. They have known and watched in themselves and others.

by Elizabeth Drew Found in: Literature Quotes,
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Literature is the thought of thinking Souls.

Literature is the thought of thinking Souls.

by Thomas Carlyle Found in: Literature Quotes,
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Literature becomes the living memory of a nation.

Literature becomes the living memory of a nation.

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A novel is a mirror carried along a main road.

A novel is a mirror carried along a main road.

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Beauty is but a flower,Which wrinkles will devour;Brightness falls from the air;Queens have died young and fair;Dust hath closed Helen's read more

Beauty is but a flower,Which wrinkles will devour;Brightness falls from the air;Queens have died young and fair;Dust hath closed Helen's eye.I am sick, I must die;Lord have mercy on us. - Song in Time of Pestilence.

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Literature is the immortality of speech.

Literature is the immortality of speech.

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