greykit.poetry — #1870s
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1904
[christina-rossetti]
In the Bleak Midwinter
Earth hard as iron, water like a stone — what can she give the Lord God in the bleak midwinter? Only what she can: give my heart.
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1878
[emily-dickinson]
Success is counted sweetest
Only those who never succeed can define success — not the purple host that took the flag, but the defeated dying man who hears the distant strains of triumph break agonized and clear.
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1875
[edgar-allan-poe]
Alone
From childhood's hour, unable to take his passions from a common spring — the mystery that binds him still drawn from every depth of good and ill, and a demon in the cloud that took the form of a view.