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Let All Who Build Beware The Load, The Shock, The Pressure Material Can Bear. So, When The Buckled Girder Lets Down The Grinding Span, The Blame Of Loss, Or Murder, Is Laid Upon The Man. Not On The Stuff - The Man!

And The First Rude Sketch That The World Had Seen Was Joy To His Mighty Heart, Till The Devil Whispered Behind The Leaves 'it's Pretty, But Is It Art?'

The Wild Hawk To The Wind-swept Sky The Deer To The Wholesome Wold; And The Heart Of A Man To The Heart Of A Maid, As It Was In The Days Of Old.

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When The Hymalayan Peasant Meets The He-bear In His Pride, He Shouts To Scare The Monster, Who Will Often Turn Aside. But The She-bear Thus Accosted, Rends The Peasant Tooth And Nail, For The Female Of The Species Is More Deadly Than The Male.