When to the sessions of sweet silent thoughtI summon up remembrance of things past,I sigh the lack of many a[…]
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When to the sessions of sweet silent thoughtI summon up remembrance of things past,I sigh the lack of many a[…]
Leer más“The winter wind is loud and wild,Come close to me, my darling child;Forsake thy books, and mateless play;And, while the[…]
Leer másStrange days are coming w/ the beauty of an absynthe death Scaly wings soaring through the eyes of Père-Lachaise the[…]
Leer másThe mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel, And the former called the latter, «little prig»: Bun replied, You are[…]
Leer másGaunt in gloom The pale stars their torches Enshrouded, wave. Ghostfires from heaven´s far verges faint illume, Arches on soaring[…]
Leer más«I whispered, ‘I am too young,’ And then, ‘I am old enough’; Wherefore I threw a penny To find[…]
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