Lyrics of Life
Poetry is untranslatable, like the whole art.
Sep 28, 2009
Elegy written in a Country Church Yard
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The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And le...
Solitude: An Ode
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How happy he, who free from care The rage of courts, and noise of towns; Contented breathes his native air, In his own grounds. Whose herds ...
Sep 17, 2009
The Slave's Dream
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Beside the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare, his matted hair Was buried in the sand. Again, in the mi...
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