Introduction |
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Hamlet and His Conscience Talking |
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41 | (1) |
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42 | (1) |
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43 | (1) |
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`I won't arrive on time for the appointment' |
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44 | (1) |
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`Too early --- not to be!' |
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45 | (1) |
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The Moon to the Sleepwalker |
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46 | (1) |
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47 | (2) |
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`My job is tensing strings, this one' |
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49 | (1) |
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50 | (2) |
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52 | (1) |
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53 | (1) |
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1 `In the deep hour of soul and night' |
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54 | (1) |
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2 `The deep hour of the soul' |
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55 | (1) |
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3 `The soul has its hour, like the moon' |
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56 | (1) |
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57 | (1) |
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58 | (2) |
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60 | (1) |
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61 | (1) |
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62 | (1) |
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63 | (1) |
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64 | (1) |
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1 `Between us two, ten blazing fires' |
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65 | (1) |
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2 `Ointments paid three times' |
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66 | (1) |
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3 `Beloved! I won't ask which paths' |
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67 | (1) |
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68 | (1) |
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`As from the world's roof, from this peak' |
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69 | (1) |
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70 | (1) |
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2 `You'll never know what I burn, what consume' |
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71 | (1) |
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72 | (1) |
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73 | (1) |
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74 | (2) |
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76 | (2) |
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78 | (1) |
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79 | (1) |
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80 | (2) |
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`An ancient foolishness runs through my veins' |
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82 | (1) |
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83 | (1) |
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`At large -- I'm not a carpenter, who builds' |
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84 | (1) |
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`I'm in love -- but the pain's still sharp' |
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85 | (1) |
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1 `Rhymes exist in this world' |
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86 | (1) |
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2 `It's not part of the plan in this world for' |
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87 | (1) |
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3 `In a world where everyone's' |
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88 | (1) |
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89 | (1) |
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90 | (1) |
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`Nobody but Helen looks that way' |
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91 | (1) |
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`I sang like arrows, small, lithe eels' |
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92 | (1) |
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93 | (2) |
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`The blizzard gets beneath your coat flaps' |
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95 | (1) |
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1 `I burrowed in, forgot myself -- and all' |
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96 | (1) |
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2 `A hole is laid up in my brain |
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97 | (1) |
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98 | (1) |
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`What's chis? A yataghan? Or fire?' |
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99 | (1) |
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`I live, don't lift a hand' |
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100 | (1) |
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Song of the Floor Polishers |
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101 | (4) |
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`Organs have fewer notes, no tambourine' |
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105 | (2) |
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1 `You won't rob my cheeks of their colour' |
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107 | (1) |
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2 `You'll never take my soul alive' |
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107 | (1) |
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110 | (2) |
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`Squeezed into the flat basin of existence' |
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112 | (1) |
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`What, Muse of mine? You still alive? It's like' |
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113 | (1) |
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`Temples are turning grey' |
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114 | (2) |
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`Having bargained for a stirrup' |
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116 | (1) |
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`Dis-tancing us: both miles and leagues...' |
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117 | (1) |
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`I bow toward Russian ryefields, where' |
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118 | (2) |
Notes |
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