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My life is vile I hate it so I’ll wait awhile And then I’ll go. Why wait at all?
Sisely Walked so nicely With footsteps so discreet To see her pass You’d never guess
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…
There is far too much of the subur… Spiritually not geographically spe… Menacing the greatness of our belo… Propagating their kind in an eight… Now I have a plan which I will en…
Away, melancholy, Away with it, let it go. Are not the trees green, The earth as green? Does not the wind blow,
Tender only to one Tender and true The petals swing To my fingering Is it you, or you, or you?
Mother, among the dustbins and the… I feel the measure of my humanity,… As of the presence of God, I am s… In the dustbins, in the manure, in… Is the presence of God, in a sure…
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…
Tenuous and Precarious Were my guardians, Precarious and Tenuous, Two Romans. My father was Hazardous,
Alone in the woods I felt The bitter hostility of the sky an… Nature has taught her creatures to… Man that fusses and fumes Unquiet man
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
I do not ask for mercy for underst… And in these heavy days I do not… I do not ask that suffering shall… I do not pray to God to let me di… To give an ear attentive to my cry
There is a face I know too well, A face I dread to see, So vain it is, so eloquent Of all futility. It is a human face that hides
He told his life story to Mrs. Co… Who was a widow. 'Let us get marr… He said. ‘I am no longer passiona… But we can have some conversation…
It was my bridal night I remember… An old man of seventy-three I lay with my young bride in my ar… A girl with t.b. It was wartime, and overhead