Стихи и рассказы из категории pride

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Yes, I regret
The scornful dissipation
Of my salad days
When I was strong,
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Even as a child, of sorrow that we
The dead, but little in his heart can find,
Since without need of thought to his clear
Their turn it is to die and his to live:—Even so the winged New Love smiles to
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The red stripes are flowing,
and the stars are shining bright,
but what else are you to do,
but kneel at the sight?
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Can You See the Pride In the Panther
As he grows in splendor and grace
Topling obstacles placed in the way,
of the progression of his race.
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