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If our inward griefs were seen written on our brow, how many
would be pitied who are now envied!
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If our inward griefs were seen written on our brow, how many
would be pitied who are now envied!
[It., Se a ciascun l'interno affanno
Si leggesse in fronte scritto,
Quanti mai, che invidia fanno,
Ci farebbero pieta!]
When we hear oxymoron
we think that those
who eat oxen become morons
.. their brains occluded
by animal fat
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When we hear oxymoron
we think that those
who eat oxen become morons
.. their brains occluded
by animal fat
.. cannot receive oxygen
When we hear Oxfam
we think famine..
that those who promote
oxeating
create famine.
In all the silent manliness of grief.
In all the silent manliness of grief.
This grief is crowned with consolation, you old smock brings
forth a new petticoat, and indeed the tears live read more
This grief is crowned with consolation, you old smock brings
forth a new petticoat, and indeed the tears live in an onion that
should water this sorrow.
Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro,
In all the raging impotence of woe.
Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro,
In all the raging impotence of woe.
O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last,
And careful hours, with Time's deformed hand,
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O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last,
And careful hours, with Time's deformed hand,
Have written strange defeatures in my face.
I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful read more
I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death
Oh Martin Sometimes your voice was the thunder..Sometimes it was the falling rain. Always it burst our hearts asunder
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Oh Martin Sometimes your voice was the thunder..Sometimes it was the falling rain. Always it burst our hearts asunder
and made them vibrate.. empathic in pain.
Why wilt thou add to all the griefs I suffer
Imaginary ills, and fancy'd tortures?
Why wilt thou add to all the griefs I suffer
Imaginary ills, and fancy'd tortures?
