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Há 5 dias · The Lament Of The Looking-glass. Words from the mirror softly pass. To the curtains with a sigh: "Why should I trouble again to glass. These smileless things hard by, Since she I pleasured once, alas, Is now no longer nigh!" "I've imaged shadows of coursing cloud, And of the plying limb.
Há 5 dias · Sir Nameless, once of Athelhall, declared: "These wretched children romping in my park. Trample the herbage till the soil is bared, And yap and yell from early morn till dark! Go keep them harnessed to their set routines: Thank God I've none to hasten my decay; For green remembrance there are better means. Than offspring, who but wish their ...
Há 2 dias · At night when reddest flowers are black. Those who once sat thereon come back; Quite a row of them sitting there, Quite a row of them sitting there. With them the seat does not break down, Nor winter freeze them, nor floods drown, For they are as light as upper air, They are as light as upper air! Thomas Hardy.
Há 4 dias · The Two Houses. "I have marked your rise, O smart newcomer here." Loose casements, wormy beams, and doors that jam. And water -pipes thread all my chambers through. Your face wears furrows untold." The Presences from aforetime that I hold. A new house has no sense of the have-beens.
Há 5 dias · The fiddler knows what's brewing. To the lilt of his lyric wiles: The fiddler knows what rueing. Will come of this night 's smiles! He sees couples join them for dancing, And afterwards joining for life, He sees them pay high for their prancing. By a welter of wedded strife. He twangs: " Music hails from the devil,
Há 3 dias · Something tapped on the pane of my room. When there was never a trace. Of wind or rain, and I saw in the gloom. My weary Beloved's face. "O I am tired of waiting," she said, " Night, morn, noon, afternoon; So cold it is in my lonely bed, And I thought you would join me soon!" I rose and neared the window - glass,
Há 5 dias · Just The Same. I sat. It all was past; The world was a darkened den. Had suffered blot and died! The world was just the same. I sat. It all was past; Hope never would hail again; Fair days had ceased at a blast, The world was a darkened den. The beauty and dream were gone, And.
