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'Twas blow for blow, disputing inch by inch,
For one would not retreat, nor t'other flinch.
'Twas blow for blow, disputing inch by inch,
For one would not retreat, nor t'other flinch.
It is the still small voice that the soul heeds; not the deafening blasts of doom.
It is the still small voice that the soul heeds; not the deafening blasts of doom.
I have found you an argument; but I am not obliged to find you an
understanding.
I have found you an argument; but I am not obliged to find you an
understanding.
A man's style is his mind's voice. Wooden minds, wooden voices.
A man's style is his mind's voice. Wooden minds, wooden voices.
A hero is an ordinary individual who finds the strength to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles.
A hero is an ordinary individual who finds the strength to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles.
His voice no touch of harmony admits,
Irregularly deep, and shrill by fits.
The two extremes appear read more
His voice no touch of harmony admits,
Irregularly deep, and shrill by fits.
The two extremes appear like man and wife
Coupled together for the sake of strife.
Nay, if he take you in hand, sir, with an argument,
He'll bray you in a mortar.
Nay, if he take you in hand, sir, with an argument,
He'll bray you in a mortar.
He ceased: but left so charming on their ear
His voice, that listening still they seemed to hear.
He ceased: but left so charming on their ear
His voice, that listening still they seemed to hear.
The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice,
An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.
The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice,
An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.
