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The nearly right And yet not quite In love is wholly evil And every heart That loves in part
Never again will I weep And wring my hands And beat my head against the wall Because Me nolentem fata trahunt
Deeply morbid deeply morbid was th… Always out of office hours running… But when daylight and the darkness… Not for this ah not for this her o… It was that look within her eye
My life is vile I hate it so I’ll wait awhile And then I’ll go. Why wait at all?
The pleasures of friendship are ex… How pleasant to go to a friend on… I go to my friend, we walk on the… And the hours and moments like min…
Happiness is silent, or speaks equ… Grief is explicit and her song nev… Happiness is like England, and wi… Grief, like Guilt, rushes in and…
The lions who ate the Christians… By indulging native appetites play… Not entirely negligible part In consolidating at the very start The position of the Early Christi…
Christ died for God and me Upon the crucifixion tree For God a spoken Word For me a Sword For God a hymn of praise
I always remember your beautiful f… And the beautiful kimono you wore When you sat on the couch With that tigerish crouch And told me you loved me no more.
Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you th… And not waving but drowning. Poor chap, he always loved larking
I remember the Roman Emperor, one… Who used to visit for pleasure his… So then they would beg him for dea… Oh no, oh no, we are not yet frien… He meant they were not yet friends…
He said no word of her to us Nor we of her to him, But oh it saddened us to see How wan he grew and thin. We said: she eats him day and nigh…
Drugs made Pauline vague. She sat one day at the breakfast t… Fingering in a baffled way The fronds of the maidenhair plant… Was it the salt you were looking f…
Tender only to one Tender and true The petals swing To my fingering Is it you, or you, or you?
In the flame of the flickering fir… The sins of my soul are few And the thoughts in my head are th… With a solitary view. But the eye of eternal consciousne…