I Have a Terrible Cold
I have a terrible cold,
And everyone knows how terrible
Alter the whole system of the universe,
Set us against life,
I have a terrible cold,
And everyone knows how terrible
Alter the whole system of the universe,
Set us against life,
Let us have madness openly
O men Of my generation
Let us follow The footsteps of this slaughtered age: See it trail across Time's dim land Into the closed house of eternity With the noise that dying has, With the face that dead things we...
I have longed to move
From the hissing of the spent
And the old terrors' continual
Growing more terrible as the
Tenderly, day that I have loved,
I close your eyes,
And smooth your quiet brow, and fold your thin dead hands
The grey veils of the half-light deepen; colour dies
Alas, have I not pain enough, my friend,
Upon whose breast a fiercer gripe doth tire,
Than did on him who first stole down the fire,
While Love on me doth all his quiver spend,
Amman meray baba ko bhaijo ri - Ke saavan
Beti tera baba to boodha ri - Ke saavan
Amman meray bhai ko bhaijo ri - Ke saavan
Beti tera bhai to baala ri - Ke saavan
From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,
That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him,
I have been thinking of the difference between water and the waves on it
Rising, water's still water, falling back, it is water, will you give me a hint how to tell them apart
Because someone has made up the word"wave," do I ha...
When I have passed away and am forgotten, And no one living can recall my face,
When under alien sod my bones lie rotten With not a tree or stone to mark the place;
Perchance a pensive youth, with passion burning, For olden verse that sm...
Some thirty inches from my
The frontier of my Person goes,
And all the untilled air
Is private pagus or demesne
'Help, help, ' said a man
'I'm drowning
''Hang on, ' said a man from the shore
'Help, help, ' said the man
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
Before high-pilèd books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain;