(Suggested by the lives of Napoleon and Josephine)
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Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
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Let no man pray that he know not sorrow,
Let no soul ask to be free from pain,
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There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, Can circumvent or hinder or control
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You will forget me. The years are so tender,
They bind up the wounds which we think are so deep,
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Man has explored all countries and all lands,
And made his own the secrets of each clime.
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One ship drives east and another drives west
With the selfsame winds that blow.
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In the dawn of the day when the sea and the earth
Reflected the sunrise above,
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God, what a joy it is to plant a tree,
And from the sallow earth to watch it rise,
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Let the old snow be covered with the new:
The trampled snow, so soiled, and stained, and sodden.
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They say the world is round, and yet
I often think it square,
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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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It is easy enough to be pleasant,
When life flows by like a song,
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Let there be many windows to your soul,
That all the glory of the universe
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If all the ships I have at sea
Should come a-sailing home to me,
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I am the Voice of the Voiceless
Through me the dumb shall speak
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We walk on starry fields of white
And do not see the daisies;
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All in the dark we grope along,
And if we go amiss
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Sometimes I wish the railroads all were torn out,
The ships all sunk among the coral strands.
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There are two kinds of people on earth to-day;
Just two kinds of people, no more, I say.
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Bohemia, o'er thy unatlassed borders
How many cross, with half-reluctant feet,
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Because of the fullness of what I had,
All that I have seems poor and vain.
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Sometimes when I have dropped asleep,
Draped in soft luxurious gloom,
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Out from my window westward
I turn full oft my face;
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Before this scarf was faded, What hours of mirth it knew;
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Wherever my feet may wander
Wherever I chance to be,
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The subtle beauty of this day
Hangs o'er me like a fairy spell,
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The harsh King--Winter--sat upon the hills,
And reigned and ruled the earth right royally.
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Well, Mabel, 'tis over and ended---
The ball I wrote was to be;
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In the fair morning of his life,
When his pure heart lay in his breast,
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