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. . . then black despair
The shadow of a starless night, was thrown
Over the world read more
. . . then black despair
The shadow of a starless night, was thrown
Over the world in which I moved alone.
The name of the Slough was Despond.
The name of the Slough was Despond.
The nympholepsy of some fond despair.
The nympholepsy of some fond despair.
The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation ... A stereotyped but read more
The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation ... A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called the games and amusements of mankind.
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.
Alas for him who never sees
The stars shine through his cypress-trees
Who, hopeless, lays his dead read more
Alas for him who never sees
The stars shine through his cypress-trees
Who, hopeless, lays his dead away,
Nor looks to see the breaking day
Across the mournful marbles play!
More than any other time in history, mankind faces a cross-roads. One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness. The read more
More than any other time in history, mankind faces a cross-roads. One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness. The other, to total extinction. Let us pray we have the wisdom to choose correctly.
Darkness our guide, Despair our leader was.
Darkness our guide, Despair our leader was.
They have tied me to a stake. I cannot fly,
But bear-like I must fight the course.
They have tied me to a stake. I cannot fly,
But bear-like I must fight the course.
