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We flatter those we scarcely know We please the fleeting guest And deal full many a thoughtless blow To those who love us best.

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After the fierce midsummer all ablaze Has burned itself to ashes, and expires In the intensity of its own fires,There come the mellow, mild, St. Marti...more

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All love that has not friendship for its base Is like a mansion built upon the sand.

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We two make banquets of the plainest fareIn every cup we find the thrill of pleasure... For us life always moves with lilting measureWe two, we two, w...more