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“Words, for alas my trade is words, a barren burst of rhyme,
Rubbed by a hundred rhymesters, battered a thousand times,
Take them, you, that smile on strings, those nobler sounds than mine,
The words that never lie, or brag, or flatter, or malign.”
— Nov 15, 2020 11:16AM
Rubbed by a hundred rhymesters, battered a thousand times,
Take them, you, that smile on strings, those nobler sounds than mine,
The words that never lie, or brag, or flatter, or malign.”
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snowdrops
is on page 30 of 100
“In a world of flying loves and fading lusts,
It is something to be sure of a desire.”
(The Great Minimum)
— Nov 30, 2020 08:55AM
It is something to be sure of a desire.”
(The Great Minimum)
snowdrops
is on page 2 of 100
“Life was a fly that faded, and death a drone that stung;
The world was very old indeed when you and I were young.”
— Nov 15, 2020 11:08AM
The world was very old indeed when you and I were young.”
