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1. Milton! Thou should"st be living at this hour:
England hath need of thee: she is a fen
Of stagnant waters: altar, sword and pen,
Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower,
Have forfeited their ancient English dower
Of in ward happiness.
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2. When I reached home, my sister was very curious to know all about Miss Havisham"s, and asked a number of questions. And I soon found myself getting heavily bumped from behind in the nape of the neck and the small of the back, and having my face ignominiously shoved against the kitchen wall, because I did not answer those questions at sufficient length.
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3. I started across to the town from a little below the ferry landing, and the drift of the current fetched me in at the bottom of the town. I tied up and started along the bank. There was a light burning in a little shanty that hadn"t been lived in for a long time, and I wondered who had taken up quarters there. I slipped up and peeped in at the window. There was a woman about forty years old in there, knitting by a candle that was on a pine table.
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4. In the midst of dinner my Mistress"s favorite cat leapt into her lap. I heard a noise behind me like that of a dozen stocking-weavers at work; and turning my head, I found it proceeded from the purring of this animal, who seemed to be three times larger than an ox, as I computed by the view of her head, and one of her paws, while her mistress was feeding and stroking her.
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5. Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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6. The awful shadow of some unseen power,
Floats though unseen amongst us, —visiting,
This various world with as inconstant wing,
As summer winds that creep from flower to flower.
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7. Something there is that doesn"t love a wall,
That sends the frozen ground swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
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8. The scenery of Walden is on a humble scale, and though very beautiful, does not approach to grandeur, not can it much concern one who has not long frequented it or lived by its shore; yet this pond is so remarkable for its depth and purity as to merit a particular description.
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9. The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
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10. Mr. Harthouse professed himself in the highest degree instructed and refreshed by this condensed epitome of the whole of Coketown question.
●Authors●
A. Henry David Thoreau
B. William Wordsworth
C. Charles Dickens
D. Jonathan Swift
E. John Milton
F. Francis Bacon
G. Percy Bysshe Shelley
H. Robert Frost
I. Mark Twain
J. William Shakespeare
K. Emily Dickinson
L. Christopher Marlowe