Weep you no more, sad fountains; What need you flow so fast?
\"I pledge allegiance to the flag"-- \
"They dragged him naked
Queer are the ways of a man I know:
He comes and stands
Before my senses or my soul awake, Sorrow begins to stir within my heart;
A lonely young wife
In her dreaming discerns
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro
A great while ago there was a schoolboy
who lived in a cottage by the sea,
"DEAR Charlie," breathed a soldier,
"O comrade true and tried,
Then died, lamented, in the strength of life,
A valued mother, and a faithful wife:
It's boring and sad, and there's no one around
In times of my spirit's travail...
I know, I alone
How much it hurts, this heart
"He ought to be home," said the old man, "without there's something amiss.
He only went to the Two-mile -- he ought to be back by this.
She turns my love to dust
my destination empty
The sky a black sphere,
the sea a black disk.
Sigh, wind in the pine;
River, weep as you flow;
I’ve lit the Christmas candle,
As we used to long ago
I'LL gaze no more on her bewitching face,
Since ruin harbours there in every place ;
Lagtaa nahin hai dil meraa ujday dayaar mein kis ki bani hai aalam-e-naa_paayedaar mein
There was ten men hauling on the lee fore brace In the rain an' the drivin' hail,
O God, whose thunder shakes the sky,
Whose eye this atom globe surveys,
How sad,
to think I will end
There is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be,
Stop, oh my friends, let us pause to weep over the remembrance of my beloved. Here was her abode on the edge of the sandy desert betw
You walked beside me, quick and free;
With lingering touch you grasped my hand;
I touch hatred like a covered breast;
I without stopping go from garment to garment,
Riding down the road at evening with the stars or steed and shoon
I have heard an old man singing underneath a copper moon;
Long, long ago in the woods of Gortnamona,
I thought the birds were singing in the blackthorn tree;
it gets run over by a van.
you find it at the side of the road
Three triangles of birds crossed
Over the enormous ocean which extended
Oh, could we weep, And weeping bring relief!
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