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When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love has always won. There have read more
When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love has always won. There have been tyrants and murderers and for a time they seem invincible but in the end, they always fall -- think of it, ALWAYS.
I will indulge my sorrows, and give way
To all the pangs and fury of despair.
I will indulge my sorrows, and give way
To all the pangs and fury of despair.
All my life I believed I knew something. But then one strange day came when I realized that I knew read more
All my life I believed I knew something. But then one strange day came when I realized that I knew nothing, yes, I knew nothing. And so words became void of meaning. I have arrived too late at ultimate uncertainty.
O that this too too sullied flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew,
Or read more
O that this too too sullied flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew,
Or that the Everlasting had not fixed
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter.
It becomes no man to nurse despair, but, in the teeth of clenched antagonisms, to follow up the worthiest till read more
It becomes no man to nurse despair, but, in the teeth of clenched antagonisms, to follow up the worthiest till he die.
But, O thou tyrant,
Do not repent these things, for they are heavier
Than all thy woes read more
But, O thou tyrant,
Do not repent these things, for they are heavier
Than all thy woes can stir. Therefore betake thee
To nothing but despair.
What we call despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
What we call despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
The world goes whispering to its own,
"This anguish pierces to the bone;"
And tender friends go read more
The world goes whispering to its own,
"This anguish pierces to the bone;"
And tender friends go sighing round,
"What love can ever cure this wound?"
My days go on, my days go on.
Why was I born with such contemporaries?
Why was I born with such contemporaries?
