My Small Boat
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
Our science is a drop, our ignorance a sea.
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I am much more interested in the great poem than great poetry.
The American, is the Englishman left to himself.
By convention there is colour, by convention sweetness, by convention bitterness, but in reality there are atoms and space. (460-400…