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One of the most beautiful qualities of true friendship is to understand and to be understood
Small service is true service while it lasts.
Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one:
The daisy, by the shadow that it casts,
Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.
Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one:
The daisy, by the shadow that it casts,
Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.
To a Child. Written in her Album
Think where man's glory most begins and ends,
And say my glory was I had such friends.
And say my glory was I had such friends.
Last Poems, 1936-1939, The Municipal Gallery Revisited
Think where man's glory most begins and ends,
And say my glory was I had such friends.
And say my glory was I had such friends.
Fair and foul are near of kin
And fair needs foul,' I cried.
'My friends are gone, but that's a truth
Nor grave nor bed denied.'
And fair needs foul,' I cried.
'My friends are gone, but that's a truth
Nor grave nor bed denied.'
The Winding Stair and Other Poems, 1933. Crazy Jane Talks with the Bishop
Friendship is precious, not only in the shade, but in the sunshine of life.
But friendship is precious, not only in the shade, but in the sunshine of life; and thanks to a benevolent arrangement of things, the greater part of life is sunshine.
What a thing friendship is
World without end.
World without end.
He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack,
For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back.
For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back.
Retaliation
Friendship is a disinterested commerce between equals; love, an abject intercourse between tyrants and slaves.
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