Common sense isn't.
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| Quote of the moment |
| Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung; Silence was pleas'd. Now glow'd the firmament With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length Apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw. |
| ~ John Milton, Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 598. ~ |
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| It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard; It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word. |
| ~ Lord Byron, Parisina. Stanza 1. ~ |
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| When we desire to confine our words, we commonly say they are spoken under the rose. |
| ~ Sir Thomas Browne, Vulgar Errors. ~ |
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| Inspiring, bold John Barleycorn, What dangers thou canst make us scorn! |
| ~ Robert Burns, Tam o' Shanter. ~ |
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| The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too. |
| ~ Oliver Goldsmith, The Hermit. Chap. viii. Stanza 33. ~ |
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| I was thinking the day most splendid, till I saw what the not-day exhibited; I was thinking this globe enough, till there sprang out so noiseless around me myriads of other globes. |
| ~ Walt Whitman, Night on the Prairies. ~ |
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| Quote of the moment |
| Humanity cries out against this vast enormity:Mnot one man knows a prudent remedy. Blame not, then, the North; and wisely judge the South. |
| ~ Herman Melville (1819–1891), U.S. author. Mardi (1849), ch. 162, The Writings of Herman Melville, vol. 3, eds. Harrison Hayford, Hershel Parker, and G. Thomas Tanselle (1970). Spoken by Media, the king, about slavery. ~ |
Common sense isn't.
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