Стихи и рассказы из категории complaint

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OM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this double voice accorded, And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale; Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale, Tearing of papers, breaking ri...
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US (alone) O holy Aether, and swift-winged Winds, And River-wells, and laughter innumerous Of yon Sea-waves
Earth, mother of us all, And all-viewing cyclic Sun,
I cry on you,-- Behold me a god, what I endure from gods
Behold, with t...
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Why should I be destructive and remain reckless of betterment
Think not of the future, remain occupied in today’s problems
Should I hear nightingale’s  wails, and remain completely silent
O companion
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I am constantly reminded of the bygone
Those garden's springs, those chorus of
Gone are the freedoms of our own
Where we could come and go at our own
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I'm a helpless cripple child,  Gentle Christians, pity me;
Once, in rosy health I smiled,  Blithe and gay as you can be,
And upon the village
First in every sport was seen
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I have no complaint prosperity that the golden Muses gave me was no delusion: dead,
I won't be forgotten
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Never let me lose the marvel of your statue-like eyes, or the accent the solitary rose of your breath places on my cheek at night
I am afraid of being, on this shore, a branchless trunk, and what I most regret is having no flower, pulp, or cl...
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To yow, my purse, and to noon other wight Complayne I, for ye be my lady dere
I am so sory, now that ye been lyght;
For certes, but ye make me hevy chere,
Me were as leef be layd upon my bere;
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Whatever comes out of the heart is
It has no wings but has the power of
It has holy origins, it aims at
It rises from dust, but has access to the celestial world My love was seditious, rebellious and clever My fearless wailing rent ...
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Les morts C’est sous terre; Ça n’en sort Guère
UE Our diaries squatted, toad-like, On dark closet ledges
Forget-me-not and thistle Decalcomaned the pages
But where, where are they now, All the sad squalors Of those between-wars parl...
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