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!

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.

Thus repuls'd, our final hope
Is flat despair.

Thus repuls'd, our final hope
Is flat despair.

Despair is like forward children, who, when you take away one of their playthings, throw the rest into the fire read more

Despair is like forward children, who, when you take away one of their playthings, throw the rest into the fire for madness. It grows angry with itself, turns its own executioner, and revenges its misfortunes on its own head.

Why was I born with such contemporaries?

Why was I born with such contemporaries?

Never despair; but if you do, work on in despair

Never despair; but if you do, work on in 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.

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.

This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you