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giso0
is 56% done
Who made the world I cannot tell:
’Tis made, and here am I in hell.
My hand, though now my knuckles bleed,
I never soiled with such a deed.
65%
If death and time are stronger
A love may yet be strong;
The world will last for longer,
But this will last for long
68%
But oh, my two troubles they reave me of rest,
The brains in my head and the heart in my breast
84%
Poetry is not the thing said but a way of saying it.
— Oct 17, 2024 05:20PM
’Tis made, and here am I in hell.
My hand, though now my knuckles bleed,
I never soiled with such a deed.
65%
If death and time are stronger
A love may yet be strong;
The world will last for longer,
But this will last for long
68%
But oh, my two troubles they reave me of rest,
The brains in my head and the heart in my breast
84%
Poetry is not the thing said but a way of saying it.
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giso0
is 33% done
..And while the sun and moon endure
Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure,
I’d face it as a wise man would,
And train for ill and not for good.
38%
Not I: let God and man decree
Laws for themselves and not for me;
And if my ways are not as theirs
Let them mind their own affairs.
.
I, a stranger and afraid
In a world I never made.
53%
Hope lies to mortals
And most believe her,
But man’s deceiver
Was never mine.
— Oct 17, 2024 11:24AM
Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure,
I’d face it as a wise man would,
And train for ill and not for good.
38%
Not I: let God and man decree
Laws for themselves and not for me;
And if my ways are not as theirs
Let them mind their own affairs.
.
I, a stranger and afraid
In a world I never made.
53%
Hope lies to mortals
And most believe her,
But man’s deceiver
Was never mine.
giso0
is 24% done
24%
Undone with misery, all they can
Is to hate their fellow man;
28%
Oh ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking
Spins the heavy world around.
If young hearts were not so clever,
Oh, they would be young for ever:
Think no more; ’tis only thinking
Lays lads underground.
31%
In all the endless road you tread
There’s nothing but the night.
33%
Therefore, since the world has still
Much good, but much less good than ill,
— Oct 17, 2024 05:45AM
Undone with misery, all they can
Is to hate their fellow man;
28%
Oh ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking
Spins the heavy world around.
If young hearts were not so clever,
Oh, they would be young for ever:
Think no more; ’tis only thinking
Lays lads underground.
31%
In all the endless road you tread
There’s nothing but the night.
33%
Therefore, since the world has still
Much good, but much less good than ill,
giso0
is 11% done
11%
Clay lies still, but blood’s a rover;
Breath’s a ware that will not keep.
Up, lad: when the journey’s over
There’ll be time enough to sleep
14%
Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away;
Give pearls away and rubies
But keep your fancy free.
21%
The tree of man was never quiet:
Then ’twas the Roman, now ’tis I.
23%
And friends abroad must bear in mind
Friends at home they leave behind.
— Oct 17, 2024 05:39AM
Clay lies still, but blood’s a rover;
Breath’s a ware that will not keep.
Up, lad: when the journey’s over
There’ll be time enough to sleep
14%
Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away;
Give pearls away and rubies
But keep your fancy free.
21%
The tree of man was never quiet:
Then ’twas the Roman, now ’tis I.
23%
And friends abroad must bear in mind
Friends at home they leave behind.
