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My Mistress's Eyes My mistress’s eyes are nothing like the sun 1) Coral is far more red than her lips’ red, If snow be white, why then her breasts are 2) dun , If hairs be wires, black wires grow
I saw thee weep 我看见你哭 拜伦 I saw theeweep 我看见过你哭 the big bright tear 晶莹的泪珠 Came over that eve of blue 从蓝眼睛滑落 And then me thought it did appear 像一朵梦中出现的紫罗兰 A violet dropping dew 滴下清
I speak to myself sometimes, and I say, Oh my In a lot of ways, you're a lucky guy Now all you need is a chance to try Any love In my heart there's a need to shout Dyin', screamin', cryin' let me out Are all those feelings that want to touch Any love
I happened to chance upon this poem a while ago when I was checking my email. Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep is a poem largely considered to be written by Mary Elizabeth Frye (1904-2004), but of disputed origin. Of course the reason I am sharing t
it's the chill in the hollow of my bones that making my hands numb and the sound of the windmill now where it's from and solitude sounds are making my eyes weep and tossing and turning i can't make my mind sleep and getting worked up from people i ju