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We never know how high we are
Till we are called to rise And then if we are true to plan Our statures touch the skies - The Heroism we recite Would be a normal thing Did not ourselves the Cubits warp For fear to be a King - Автор: filin585
17-09-2009, 01:00 I died for Beauty - but was scarce
Adjusted in the Tomb When One who died for Truth was lain In an adjoining Room - Автор: filin585
17-09-2009, 00:59 Farewell! If ever fondest prayer
For other’s weal avail’d on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky. ’T were vain to speak, to weep, to sigh: Oh! More than tears of blood can tell, When wrung from guilt’s expiring eye, Are in that word – Farewell! – farewell! Автор: filin585
17-09-2009, 00:47 And let thy gentle fingers fling
Its melting murmur o’er mine ear. If in this heart a hope be dear, That sound shall charm it forth again: If in these eyes there lurk a tear, Автор: filin585
17-09-2009, 00:44 And let thy gentle fingers fling
Its melting murmur o’er mine ear. If in this heart a hope be dear, That sound shall charm it forth again: If in these eyes there lurk a tear, Автор: filin585
17-09-2009, 00:44 Какая чудная погода
И снег с дождем идет с утра. Бунтует нежная природа, Всеж как никак пришла весна Автор: greeh
16-09-2009, 19:09 |
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