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• A poem round and perfect as a star. -- Alexander Smith (1830-1867) -- A Life Drama, Sc. ii
• In winter, when the dismal rain Comes down in slanting lines, And Wind, that grand old harper, smote His thunder-harp of pines.
  -- Alexander Smith (1830-1867) -- A Life Drama, Sc. ii...
• The glow-worm shows the matin to be near, And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 5...
• Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head
  And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing....
• Fix'd like a plant on his peculiar spot, To draw nutrition, propagate, and rot.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle ii, Line 63...
• Forrest Fire......Life is like a bag of charcoal
• I 'll example you with thievery: The sun 's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea
  he moon 's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the su...
• In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard II -- Act i, Sc.
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• My lungs began to crow like chanticleer, That fools should be so deep-contemplative
  And I did laugh sans intermission An hour by his dial....