On The Grave Of A Young Cavalry Officer Killed In The Valley Of Virginia
by Herman Melville
Beauty and youth, with manners sweet, and
friends--
Gold, yet a mind not unenriched had he
Whom here low violets veil from eyes.
But all these gifts transcended be:
His happier fortune in this mound you see.
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Smoking kills. If you're killed, you've lost a very important part of your life.
by Emily Dickinson
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I shall keep singing!
Birds will pass me
On their way to Yellower Climes-
Each-with a Robin's expectation-
I-with my Redbreast-
And my Rhymes-
Late-when I take my place in summer-