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Was he married, did he try To support as he grew less fond of… Wife and family? No, He never suffered such a blow.
Tenuous and Precarious Were my guardians, Precarious and Tenuous, Two Romans. My father was Hazardous,
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
Away, melancholy, Away with it, let it go. Are not the trees green, The earth as green? Does not the wind blow,
Dearest Evelyn, I often think of… Out with the guns in the jungle st… Yesterday I hittapotamus I put the measurements down for yo… It’s not a good thing to drink out…
Nobody knows what I feel about Fr… I cannot make anyone understand I love him sub specie aet ernitati… I love him out of hand. I don’t love him so much in the re…
Coleridge received the Person fro… And ever after called him a curse, Then why did he hurry to let him i… He could have hid in the house. It was not right of Coleridge in…
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…
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
Our Bog is dood, our Bog is dood, They lisped in accents mild, But when I asked them to explain They grew a little wild. How do you know your Bog is dood
My heart goes out to my Creator i… Who gave me Death, as end and rem… All living creatures come to quiet… For him to eat up their activity And give them nothing, which is wh…
My life is vile I hate it so I’ll wait awhile And then I’ll go. Why wait at all?
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…
My heart was full of softening sho… I used to swing like this for hour… I did not care for war or death, I was glad to draw my breath.
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