#Before learning to be a hero you need to learn about being human ☔ 【musings】

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famous first lines of poetry pt. 1: BOLD the ones that apply to your muse. REPOST. DON’T REBLOG.

i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked   // tyger tyger, burning bright   //   i have done it again. //   do not go gentle into that good night  //   the sea is calm to-night.   //  let us go then, you and i, //   april is the cruelest month,   //   pretty women wonder where my secret lies.   //   there is a place where the sidewalk ends  //  i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)   //   two roads diverged in a yellow wood,   //   whose woods these are i think i know   //   let us twain walk aside from the rest;   //   once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary,   //   i taught myself to live simply and wisely   //   it so happens i am sick of being a man   //   i wandered lonely as a cloud //   does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?   //   o my luve is like a red, red rose   //   o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done;  //   out of the night that covers me,   // it was many and many a year ago,   //   you may write me down in history   //   do not stand at my grave and weep   //   some say the world will end in fire //   some say in ice.  //   hope is the thing with feathers   //   the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,   //   no man is an island, //   remember me when i am gone away,  //   i met a traveler from an antique land   //   ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves   //   this is thy hour o soul,   //   we wear the mask that grins and lies,   //   death be not proud,   //   and death shall have no dominion.   //   laugh, and the world laughs with you; //   the art of losing isn’t hard to master;   //   to see a world in a grain of sand   //   is there anybody there? said the traveller   //   nobody heard him, the dead man,   //   that crazed girl improving her music.   //   come to me in the silence of the night;   //   where the mind is without fear and the head is held high   //   when you are old and grey and full of sleep,   //   in flanders’ fields the poppies blow   //  i thought of you and how you love this beauty  //   life, believe, is not a dream   // it may be misery not to sing at all,   //   if tarry space no limit knows   //   come live with me and be my love,   //   had we but world enough and time,   //   my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense   //   bright star, would i were steadfast as thou art-   //   thou still unravish’d bride of quietness   //   how do i love thee? let me count the ways.  //   heaven is what i cannot reach! //   my dear, my dear, i know  //   in visions of the dark night   //  shall i compare thee to a summers day?   //  break, break, break   //   she walks in beauty,   //   i had a dream, which was not all a dream.   //   he clasps the crag with crooked hands