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Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others pain And perish read more
Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others pain And perish in our own.
The pain and hurt which i feel,
go as deep as it is real;
to be around and read more
The pain and hurt which i feel,
go as deep as it is real;
to be around and yet unseen,
takes the water out of the steam.
Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.
Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.
They are good that are away.
They are good that are away.
The pain of the mind is worse than the pain of the body.
The pain of the mind is worse than the pain of the body.
Absence and death are the same--only that in death there is no suffering.
Absence and death are the same--only that in death there is no suffering.
The absent are never without fault. Nor the present without excuse.
The absent are never without fault. Nor the present without excuse.
Condemned whole years in absence to deplore,
And image charms he must behold no more.
Condemned whole years in absence to deplore,
And image charms he must behold no more.
God is a concept by which we measure our pain.
God is a concept by which we measure our pain.
