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Early triumphs may dazzle, yet they often fade; it is the final victory, hard-won and lasting, that releases the truest and most enduring laughter.
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Early triumphs may dazzle, yet they often fade; it is the final victory, hard-won and lasting, that releases the truest and most enduring laughter.
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To spend that shortness basely were too long,
If life did ride upon a dial's point,
Still ending at the arrival of an hour."
Shakespeare’s Henry IV, Act 5, Scene 2
To spend that shortness basely were too long,
If life did ride upon a dial's point,
Still ending at the arrival of an hour."
Shakespeare’s Henry IV, Act 5, Scene 2
Sonnet 18 by Shakespeare
Sonnet 18 by Shakespeare
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
"Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell;
And in the lowest deep a lower deep
Still threat'ning to devour me opens wide,
To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heav'n."
John Milton: Paradise Lost
"Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell;
And in the lowest deep a lower deep
Still threat'ning to devour me opens wide,
To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heav'n."
John Milton: Paradise Lost
Onomatopoeia brings words to life,
With sounds like buzz, clang, whoosh, and strife.
They mimic noises we hear each day,
Adding vivid rhythm to what we say.
Onomatopoeia brings words to life,
With sounds like buzz, clang, whoosh, and strife.
They mimic noises we hear each day,
Adding vivid rhythm to what we say.
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze."
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
By William Wordsworth
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze."
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
By William Wordsworth
Dickens' words still resonate today. A timeless reminder that every era is a mix of light and darkness, hope and despair
Dickens' words still resonate today. A timeless reminder that every era is a mix of light and darkness, hope and despair