Alas, the sea hath cast me on the rock,
Wash'd me from shore to shore, and left me breath
Nothing to think on but ensuing death.
What I have been I have forgot to know;
But what I am, want teaches me to think on:
A man throng'd up with cold: my veins are chill,
And have no more of life than may suffice
To give my tongue that heat to ask your help;
Which if you shall refuse, when I am dead,
For that I am a man, pray see me buried.
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Geri Gelen Mektup şiiri -> Youtube Gülnur Kaya'dan dinlemenizi öneririm.
Ruhun mu ateş, yoksa o gözler mi alevden?
Bilmem bu yanardağ ne biçim korla tutuştu?
Pervane olan kendini gizler mi hiç alevden?
Sen istedin ondan bu gönül zorla tutuştu.
Is it your soul that is on fire, or are those eyes ablaze?
I don't know how this volcano ignited with such fervent embers.
Does a moth ever conceal itself from the
‘There is still much ground to cover. Your truck with the Liathe and your ties to the Faithless. The battle of Augustin and the treachery in Charbourg. The death of the Forever King and the loss of the Grail. But …’ Again, Jean-François cast hateful eyes to the dawn rising through the thin window. ‘Time has caught us for now, I fear.’
‘I told you, vampire.’ Gabriel smiled, his tongue thick with wine. ‘Everything ends.’
My soul wants to fly away
When your Presence calls it so sweetly,
My soul wants to take flight
When you whisper, "Arise."
A fish wants to dive from dry land
into the ocean
when it hears the roaring waves.
A falcon wants to return from the forest
to the King's wrist
when it hears the drum beating
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Bahtsız Bedevi Henry VII
On 2 April 1502 Prince Arthur died at Ludlow. Henry VII and Queen Elizabeth were devastated. ...Arthur's death was a blow from which the king would never recover.
...But this was nothing to the misery that followed on 11 February 1503, when Queen Elizabeth also died, following the premature birth of her last child, a girl named Katherine.
In less than eighteen months, all his plans for the future of his dynasty had collapsed. The shadow cast by Arthur's death was long and dark, and it changed the whole character of Henry VII's reign. His mood shifted from celebratory to suspicious.
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To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a
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I type out a text: Death-Cast called me. Maybe you can too.
Nah, I can’t be a dick and send that.
I correct myself: Death-Cast called me. Can you call me back?
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“On behalf of Death-Cast, we are sorry to lose you. Live this day to the fullest.”
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Death! Mysterious, ill-visaged friend of humanity! Why alone of all mortals have you cast me from your sheltering fold? O, for the peace of the grave! the deep silence of the iron-bound tomb!
