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8 okur puanı
Nisan 2022 tarihinde katıldı
Ode to the nightingale
Where but to think is to be full of sorrow
And leaden-eyed despairs,
Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,
Or new Love pine at them beyond tomorrow.
In the human world beauty never lasts,
and neither does love.
Reklam
O no, her heart is such a citadel,
So fortified with wit, stored with disdain,
That to win it, is all the skill and pain.
Little of what is beloved to me did I possess in this country, no loyal friends; for that is my mind’s sadness.
Sonnet 24
Rich fools there be, whose base and filthy heart
Lies hatching still the goods wherein they flow:
And damning their own selves to Tantal's smart,
Wealth breeding want.
Reklam