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For this alone on Death I wreak
The wrath that garners in my heart;
He put our lives so far apart
We cannot hear each other speak.
His inner day can never die,
His night of loss is always there.
Come; let us go: your cheeks are pale;
But half my life I leave behind...
Yet in these ears, till hearing dies,
One set slow bell seems to toll
The passing of the sweetest soul
That ever look'd with human eyes.
Jem 3 T-T
— Jun 30, 2025 11:06AM
The wrath that garners in my heart;
He put our lives so far apart
We cannot hear each other speak.
His inner day can never die,
His night of loss is always there.
Come; let us go: your cheeks are pale;
But half my life I leave behind...
Yet in these ears, till hearing dies,
One set slow bell seems to toll
The passing of the sweetest soul
That ever look'd with human eyes.
Jem 3 T-T
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"Yea, too, myself from myself I guard,
For often a man's own angry pride
Is caps and bell for a fool."
"We are puppets...
Do we move ourselves, or are moved by an unseen hand at a game
That pushes us off from the board, & others ever succeed?
Ah yet, we cannot be kind to each other here for an hour;
We whisper, and hint, and chuckle, and grin at a brother’s shame;
However we brave it out, we men are a little breed."
— Jul 05, 2025 05:36AM
For often a man's own angry pride
Is caps and bell for a fool."
"We are puppets...
Do we move ourselves, or are moved by an unseen hand at a game
That pushes us off from the board, & others ever succeed?
Ah yet, we cannot be kind to each other here for an hour;
We whisper, and hint, and chuckle, and grin at a brother’s shame;
However we brave it out, we men are a little breed."
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is on page 200 of 400
"Ring out the grief that saps the mind
For those that here we see no more;
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.
...
Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace."
"And on the depths of death there swims
The reflex of a human face."
— Jul 02, 2025 06:03AM
For those that here we see no more;
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.
...
Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace."
"And on the depths of death there swims
The reflex of a human face."
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"Dear is the memory of our wedded lives,
And dear the last embraces of our wives
And their warm tears: but all hath suffer'd change:
For surely now our household hearths are cold,
Our sons inherit us: our looks are strange:
And we should come like ghosts to trouble joy."
"Ah hark! they shout
'St. Simeon Stylites.' Why, if so,
God reaps a harvest in me. O my soul,
God reaps a harvest in thee."
— Jun 29, 2025 05:13AM
And dear the last embraces of our wives
And their warm tears: but all hath suffer'd change:
For surely now our household hearths are cold,
Our sons inherit us: our looks are strange:
And we should come like ghosts to trouble joy."
"Ah hark! they shout
'St. Simeon Stylites.' Why, if so,
God reaps a harvest in me. O my soul,
God reaps a harvest in thee."
