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In June Heaven's armies chastise the corrupt and evil,
Seeking to bind roc and whale with a league-long cord
Red glows the far side of the River Gan,
Thanks to our wing under Huang Gonglyue

The Ancient of Days forever is young,  Forever the scheme of Nature thrives;
I know a wind in purpose strong--  It spins _against_ the way it drives
What if the gulfs their slimed foundations    bare
So deep must the stones be

HE
AB, the bullace, and the sloe, They burgeon in the Spring; And, when the west wind melts the snow, The redstarts build and sing
But Death’s at work in rind and root, And loves the green buds best; And when the pairing music’s mute, He...

As down Mount Emerald at eve I came, The mountain moon went all the way with me
Backward I looked, to see the heights aflame With a pale light that glimmered eerily
A little lad undid the rustic latch As hand in hand your cottage we did ...

If you are my friend
Help leave
Or if you are my lover
Help I can be healed of you

MY faint spirit was sitting in the light Of thy looks, my love; It panted for thee like the hind at noon For the brooks, my love
Thy barb, whose hoofs outspeed the tempest's flight, Bore thee far from me; My heart, for my weak feet were weary...

Well, this is awful weather;
Storming with rain and snow
I sit at the window,
Into the darkness below

Awal hamad khuda da vird
Ishq kita su jag da mool
Pehlan aap hi rabb ne ishq
Te mashooq he nabi rasool mian”Translation: "First of all let us acknowledge God (who is self-evident), who has made love the worth of the world Sir,

In our heart of hearts
Victory crown the just,
And that braggarts
Surely bite the dust,

We shall not always plant while others
The golden increment of bursting fruit,
Not always countenance, abject and mute,
That lesser men should hold their brothers cheap;

When I lived in the village of
There were lilies in all the orchards,
Flowers in the
For brides to wear in their hair

So,
Calchas, on the sacred Palatine,
You thought of Mopsus, and o'er wastes of sea A flower brought your message
I divine (Through my deep art) the kindly mockery That played about your lips and in your eyes,