How do I love thee by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Be

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Sleigh bells ring, are you listening,
In the lane, snow is glistening,
A beautiful sight,
We\'re happy tonight,
Walking in a winter wonderland.
Gone away is the bluebird,
Here to stay is the new bird,
He sings a love song,
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We all know that
no matter how many clouds
get in the way,
the sun keeps on shining.
No matter how many times its rays
are blocked from our view,
the sun will reappear on another day
to shine more brilliantly than before.

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IN SUMMER AT the SOUTH PAVILION
THINKING OF XING
the mountain-light suddenly fails in the wes

Happiness Is an Attitude
Happiness is like a visitor. You can¡¯t command her appearance; you can only appreciate her when she does show up. And you can¡¯t force happiness to happen, but you can make sure you are aware of it when it does.
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The Long March
The Red Army fears not the trials of the Long March,
Holding light ten thousand crags and torrents.
The Five Ridges wind like gentle ripples,
And the majestic Wumeng roll by, globules of clay.
Warm the steep cliffs lapped by the water of Jinsha,
Cold the iron c

To love you is to daydream of you often, think of you so much, speak of you proudly, and miss you terribly when we are apart.
To love you is to cherish the warmth of your arms, the sweetness of your kiss, the friendliness of your smile, the loving sound in your voice, and the happiness we share.

The sun sets on some retired meadow, where no house is visible, with all the glory and splendor that it lavishes on cities, and, perchance, as it has never set before, ----where there is but a solitary marsh-hawk to have his wings glided by it, or only a musquash looks out from his cabin, and there is some little black-veined

Time is grain for peasants.
Time is wealth for workers.
Time is life for doctors.
Time is victory for strategists.
Time is knowledge for entrepreneurs.
Time is speed for scientists.
Time is money for enterprisers.

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So often, when I'm alone with my thoughts,
  I feel your presence enter me
like the morning sun's early light,

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Let's dance for a while  
Heaven can wait  
We're only watching the skies  
Hoping for the best  
But expecting the worst  
Are you going to drop the bomb or not  
Let us die young or let us live forever

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