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My soul is dark - Oh! quickly string
The harp I yet can brook to hear; And let thy gentle fingers fling Its melting murmurs o'er mine ear. If in this heart a hope be dear, That sound shall charm it forth again: If in these eyes there lurk a tear, 'Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain. But bid the strain be wild and deep, Nor let thy notes of joy be first: I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep, Or else this heavy heart will burst; For it hath been by sorrow nursed, And ached in sleepless silence, long; And now 'tis doomed to know the worst, And break at once - or yield to song. Lord Byron |
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Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead!
There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold These laid the world away; poured out the red Sweet wine of youth; gave up the years to be Of work and joy, and that unhoped serene, That men call age; and those who would have been, Their sons, they gave, their immortality. Blow, bugles, blow! They brought us, for our dearth, Holiness, lacked so long, and Love, and Pain. Honour has come back, as a king, to earth, And paid his subjects with a royal wage; And Nobleness walks in our ways again; And we have come into our heritage.Rupert Brooke
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![]() Let me not know how sins and sorrows glide
Along the sombre city of our rage, Or why the sons of men are heavy-eyed. Let me not know, except from printed page, The pain of litter love, of baffled pride, Or sickness shadowing with a long presage. Let me not know, since happy some have died Quickly in youth or quietly in age, How faint, how loud the bravest hearts have cried. (James Elroy Flecker)
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