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In a field by the river my love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow white hand.
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.
— Sep 29, 2026 09:05AM
And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow white hand.
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.
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Raoul
is on page 81 of 402
To a Poet, who would have me Praise certain Bad Poets, Imitators of His and Mine
«You say, as I have often given tongue
In praise of what another's said or sung,
"Twere politic to do the like by these;
But was there ever dog that praised his fleas?»
bro casually unloading a clip at his opps between some of the most heartwarming romantic poetry
truly the goat
— 12 hours, 40 min ago
«You say, as I have often given tongue
In praise of what another's said or sung,
"Twere politic to do the like by these;
But was there ever dog that praised his fleas?»
bro casually unloading a clip at his opps between some of the most heartwarming romantic poetry
truly the goat
Raoul
is on page 50 of 402
«Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.»
— Sep 30, 2026 12:02AM
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.»
Raoul
is on page 32 of 402
«Our long ships loose thought-woven sails and wait,
For God has bid them share an equal fate;
And when at last, defeated in His wars,
They have gone down under the same white stars,
We shall no longer hear the little cry
Of our sad hearts, that may not live nor die.»
— Sep 29, 2026 09:57AM
For God has bid them share an equal fate;
And when at last, defeated in His wars,
They have gone down under the same white stars,
We shall no longer hear the little cry
Of our sad hearts, that may not live nor die.»