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Pour l'enfant, amoureux de cartes et d'estampes,
L'univers est égal à son vaste appétit.
Ah ! que le monde est grand à la clarté des lampes !
Aux yeux du souvenir que le monde est petit !

Baudelaire, from Le Voyage

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From far, from eve and morning
   And yon twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life to knit me
   Blew hither: here am I.

Now--for a breath I tarry
   Nor yet disperse apart--
Take my hand quick and tell me,
   What have you in your heart.

Speak now, and I will answer;
   How shall I help you, say;
Ere to the wind's twelve quarters
   I take my endless way.

A.E. Housman, from A Shropshire Lad

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hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way,
the time is gone, the song is over,
I thought I'd something more to say....

Dark Side of the Moon

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