Author: Nike (---.donpac.ru)
Date: 01-15-06 10:27
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There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear.
Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,
Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,
And do not drop in for an after-loss:
Ah! do not, when my heart hath \'scap\'d this sorrow,
Come in the rearward of a conquer\'d woe;
Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,
To linger out a purpos\'d overthrow.
If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,
When other petty griefs have done their spite,
But in the onset come: so shall I taste
At first the very worst of fortune\'s might;
And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
Compar\'d with loss of thee, will not seem so.
My fellow Americans, I am pleased to tell you I just signed legislation
which outlaws Russia forever. The bombing begins in five minutes.
As things are, and as fundamentally they must always be, poetry is not a career, but a mug\'s game. No honest poet can ever
feel quite sure of the permanent value of what he has written: He may have wasted his time and messed up his life for
T. S. Eliot