quote_machine 0.1.2 → 0.1.3
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- checksums.yaml +4 -4
- data/Gemfile.lock +1 -1
- data/complete_verse.txt +13 -26
- data/lib/quote_machine/version.rb +1 -1
- data/lib/quote_machine.rb +9 -4
- metadata +2 -2
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data/Gemfile.lock
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data/complete_verse.txt
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I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning,
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How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn’d over upon me,
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And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript
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And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart,
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And reach’d till you felt my beard, and reach’d till you held my feet.
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Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of
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the earth,
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Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth,
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And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own,
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And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own,
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And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers,
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A child said WHAT IS THE GRASS? fetching it to me with full hands;
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How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.
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I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green
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I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.
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Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,
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A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt,
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Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may
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see and remark, and say Whose?
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Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose?
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Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the
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Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation.
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Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic,
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And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones,
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Growing among black folks as among white,
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Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I
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receive them the same.
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Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I receive them the same.
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And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.
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Tenderly will I use you curling grass,
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It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men,
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It may be if I had known them I would have loved them,
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It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon
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It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out of their mothers' laps,
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O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues,
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And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.
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I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women,
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And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken soon out of their laps.
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data/lib/quote_machine.rb
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def read_poem(file_name)
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name: quote_machine
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version: !ruby/object:Gem::Version
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platform: ruby
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authors:
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- Chris Chapman
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bindir: exe
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cert_chain: []
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dependencies:
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name: bundler
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