Louise Chandler Moulton

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Love is the extra effort we make in our dealings with those whom we do not like and once you understand that, you understand all. This idea that love overtakes you is nonsense. This is but a polite manifestation of sex. To love another you have to undertake some fragment of their destiny.
Quentin Crisp
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Louise Chandler Moulton (1835 - August 10, 1908), was a American poet, story-writer and critic.


  • Bend low, O dusky Night,
    And give my spirit rest,
    Hold me to your deep breast,
    And put old cares to flight.
    Give back the lost delight
    That once my soul possest,
    When Love was loveliest.
    • To-night.
  • I hied me off to Arcady—
    The month it was the month of May,
    And all along the pleasant way,
    The morning birds were mad with glee,
    And all the flowers sprang up to see,
    As I went on to Arcady.
  • This Life is a fleeting breath,
    And whither and how shall I go,
    When I wander away with Death
    By a path that I do not know?
    • When I wander away with Death.

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