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Amazing Grace by John Newton

Amazing Grace by John Newton

Amazing Grace

Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound!)
That sav'd a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see.

'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears reliev'd;
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believ'd!

Thro' many dangers, toils, and snares,
I have already come;
'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

The Lord has promis'd good to me,
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as
life endures.

Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease;
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.

This earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who call'd me here below,
Will be for ever mine.


by John Newton
 

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Song For The Rainy Season by Elizabeth Bishop
Hidden,
oh hidden
in the high fog
the house we live in,
beneath the magnetic rock,
rain-, rainbow-ridden,
where blood-black
bromelias, lichens,

owls, and the lint
of the waterfalls cling,
familiar, unbidden.


In a dim age
of water
the brook sings loud
from a rib cage

of giant fern; vapor
climbs up the thick growth
effortlessly, turns
back,
holding them both,
house and rock,
in a private cloud.


At night, on the roof,
blind drops crawl
and the ordinary brown

owl gives us proof
he can count:
five times--always five--
he
stamps and takes off
after the fat frogs that,
shrilling for love,

clamber and mount.

House, open house
to the white dew
and
the milk-white sunrise
kind to the eyes,
to membership
of silver
fish, mouse,
bookworms,
big moths; with a wall
for the mildew's

ignorant map;

darkened and tarnished
by the warm touch
of
the warm breath,
maculate, cherished;
rejoice! For a later
era will
differ.
(O difference that kills
or intimidates, much
of all our
small shadowy
life!) Without water

the great rock will stare

unmagnetized, bare,
no longer wearing
rainbows or rain,
the
forgiving air
and the high fog gone;
the owls will move on
and the
several
waterfalls shrivel
in the steady sun.
 

mm_ce1990

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Emily Dickinson

I [SIZE=-1]’M[/SIZE] nobody! Who are you?[SIZE=-1][/SIZE]
Are you nobody, too?[SIZE=-2][/SIZE]
Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell![SIZE=-2][/SIZE]
They ’d banish us, you know

How dreary to be somebody![SIZE=-2][/SIZE]
How public, like a frog[SIZE=-2][/SIZE]
To tell your name the livelong day[SIZE=-2][/SIZE]
To an admiring bog!
 

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and this delightful herb whose tender green
fledges the river s lip on which we lean
ah,lean upon it lightly! for who knows
from what once lovely lip it springs unseen...
 

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My Heart Is Heavy by Sarah Teasdale

My Heart Is Heavy by Sarah Teasdale

My Heart Is Heavy


My heart is heavy with many a song
Like ripe fruit bearing down the tree,
But I can never give you one --
My songs do not belong to me.

Yet in the evening, in the dusk
When moths go to and fro,
In the gray hour if the fruit has fallen,
Take it, no one will know.


by Sarah Teasdale

 

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The first flame

love is three irrelevent letters but beside each other.
love is three upside down words but for each other .
love is a short word but to the extend of Galaxy 's soul.
love is a frozen alphbet on th street .
but it is like a warm fire for Eve 's soul.
love is my love for you
but i waiting for being swept in you...
 

oraman

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Poplar
A poplar asked:
Why has this weeping willow immersed its head in the lap
of this lake
and no longer raises it?
The wave replied:
It always stood upright.
A lark used to come
and settle down on it
and whisper to it
what was happening
on the other side of the lake.
One evening the lark
had joyful news:
but while alighting
an eagle swooped and attacked it.
it tumbled down into the water,
and the weeping willow stooped
to save it.
But its hand could not reach far enough
and the lark drowned.
Ever since, the tree's crown
has been King in the lap of the lake,
searching for the bird.
Sherko Bekas
 

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How Deep Is Your Love
I know your eyes in the morning sun
I feel you touch me in the pouring
rain
And the moment that you wander far from me
I wanna feel you in my
arms again
And you come to me on a summer breeze
Keep me warm in your love and then
softly leave
And it's me you need to show ....​
 

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A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

A Psalm of Life

Tell me not in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow
Find us farther than today.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act, - act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sand of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solenm main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us then be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.



by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
 

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Rain by Edward Thomas

Rain by Edward Thomas

Rain

Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Remembering again that I shall die
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
For washing me cleaner than I have been
Since I was born into this solitude.
Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon:
But here I pray that none whom once I loved
Is dying to-night or lying still awake
Solitary, listening to the rain,
Either in pain or thus in sympathy
Helpless among the living and the dead,
Like a cold water among broken reeds,
Myriads of broken reeds all still and stiff,
Like me who have no love which this wild rain
Has not dissolved except the love of death,
If love it be towards what is perfect and
Cannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint.


by Edward Thomas
 

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شعر زيباي سهراب سپهري با ترجمه انگليسي - نوري به روي زمين فرود آمد

شعر زيباي سهراب سپهري با ترجمه انگليسي - نوري به روي زمين فرود آمد

وري به روی زمين فرود آمد
دو جاپا بر شنهاي بيابان ديدم.
از كجا آمده بود؟
به كجا مي رفت؟
تنها دو جاپا ديده مي شد.
شايد خطايي پا به زمين نهاده بود.
ناگهان جاپاها براه افتادند.
روشني همراهشان ميخزيد.
جاپاها گم شدند،
خود را از روبرو تماشا كردم:
گودالي از مرگ پر شده بود.
و من در مرده خود براه افتادم.
صداي پايم را از راه دوري ميشنيدم،
شايد از بياباني ميگذشتم.
انتظاري گمشده با من بود.
ناگهان نوري در مردهام فرود آمد
و من در اضطرابي زنده شدم:
دو جاپا هستيام را پر كرد.
از كجا آمده بود؟
به كجا ميرفت؟
تنها دو جاپا ديده ميشد.
شايد خطايي پا به زمين نهاده بود.




A light descended on earth,
I saw two footprints in the desert sands.
Wherefrom had it come?
And where was it going?
Only two footprints were visible,
Maybe somebody had stopped on the ground by mistake.
Suddenly the footprints started moving,
Light followed the footprints,
The footprints were lost.
I watched myself from the opposite direction:
A cavity was filled by death
And I started to move in my dead corpse,
I could hear the sound of my footsteps from distance,
Maybe I was passing a desert.
I was imbued with a lost expectation.
Suddenly a light fell on my dead body
And I resurrected with anxiety:
Two footprints filled my existence.
Wherefrom had it come?
Where was it going?
Only two footprints were visible
Maybe somebody had stopped on the ground by mistake.
 

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"Loves Me Not"

I complicated our lives
By falling in love with him
I complicated our lives
Now I'm losing my only friend
I don't know why, I had to try
Living my life on the other side
Now I'm so confused
I don't know what to do
He loves me, He loves me not
She loves me, She loves me not
I started blurring the lines
Because I didn't care
I started crossing the line
Cause you were never there
No where to turn,
No one to help,
It's almost like I don't even know myself
Now I have to choose
I don't know what to do
He loves me, He loves me not
... She loves me, She loves me not


ترجمه فارسي:

"مرا دوست دارد یا نه"

من زندگیمان را آشفته کرده ام
از زمانی که به عشق او گرفتار شدم
من زندگیمان را آشفته کرده ام
حال تنها دوست خود را از دست می دهم
نمی دانم چرا ، باید سعی می کردم
در گوشه دیگری زندگی می کنم
حال بسیار سردرگمم
نمی دانم چه کنم
او (پسر) دوستم دارد ، او دوستم ندارد
او (دختر) دوستم دارد ، او دوستم ندارد
شروع به آلوده کردن راه ها کردم
زیرا به آنها اهمیتی نمی دادم
شروع به قطع کردن راه ها کردم
زیرا تو هرگز آنجا نبودی
جایی برای بازگشت ندارم
کسی را برای کمک ندارم
گویا حتی خودم را هم نمی شناسم
حال باید انتخاب کنم
نمی دانم چه کنم
او (پسر) دوستم دارد ، او دوستم ندارد
او (دختر) دوستم دارد ، او دوستم ندارد...
 

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Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young

In a world of magnets and miracles

Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary

The ringing of the division bell had begun

Along the Long Road and on down the causeway

Do they still meet there by the Cut

There was a ragged band that followed our footsteps

Running before time took our dreams away

Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground

To a life consumed by slow decay

The grass was greener

The light was brighter

With friends surrounded

The nights of wonder

Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us

To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side

Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again

Dragged by the force of some inner tide

At a higher altitude with flag unfurled

We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world

Encumbered forever by desire and ambition

There`s a hunger still unsatisfied

Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon

Though down this road we`ve been so many times

The grass was greener

The light was brighter

The taste was sweeter

The nights of wonder

With friends surrounded

The dawn mist glowing

The water flowing

The endless river

Forever and ever

فراتر از افقهای جایی که در آن زندگی میکردیم
وقتی که جوان بودیم
در دنیایی از مغناطیس و معجزه
افکار ما بطور نامحدود و بدون مرز منحرف شد
طنین زنگهای تفرقه آغاز شده بود
درطول جاده طولانی و پایینتر از گذرگاه
آیا آنهاهنوزدر آنجا باگسیختگی ملاقات میکنند ؟
آنجا گروه ناهمگونی وجود داشت که قدمهای ما را تعقیب کردند
پیمودن قبل از اینکه زمان آرزوهای ما را را به دور دستها ببرد
ترک کردن موجودات بیشمار کوچکی که سعی در بستن ما به زمین دارند
برای یک زندگی از پا در آمده با یک فساد تدریجی
چمن سبزتر بود
نور درخشانتر بود
احاطه شده توسط دوستان
شبهای شگفت انگیز
نگاه کردن به آنسوی شراره های افروزش پلهای پشت سرمان
برای یک نگاه سریع به سبز بودن طرف دیگر
قدمها به جلو برداشته میشد..ولی خوابگردی بازگشت
کشیده شده با نیرویی از یک جریان درونی
بر فراز ارتفاعی بلندتر با پرچمی افراشته
ما به ارتفاعی گیج کننده رسیدیم
از آن خیالبافی های دنیا
بازداشته شده با آرزو و جاه طلبی
هنوز اشتیاقی اشباع نشده وجود داشت
چشمان خسته ما هنوز به سوی افق منحرف میشود
با وجود اینکه بارها به پایان این راه رسیدیم
چمن سبزتر بود
نور درخشانتر بود
طعم شیرین تر بود
شبهای شگفت انگیز
احاطه شده توسط دوستان
تابش طلوع مبهم و مه آلود
جریان آب
رودخانه بی پایان
برای همیشه و همیشه
 

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مژده وصل تو کو کز سر جان برخیزم
طایر قدسم و از دام جهان برخیزم
به ولای تو که گر بنده خویشم خوانی
از سر خواجگی کون و مکان برخیزم
یا رب از ابر هدایت برسان بارانی
پیشتر زان که چو گردی ز میان برخیزم
بر سر تربت من با می و مطرب بنشین
تا به بویت ز لحد رقص کنان برخیزم
خیز و بالا بنما ای بت شیرین حرکات
کز سر جان و جهان دست فشان برخیزم
گر چه پیرم تو شبی تنگ در آغوشم کش
تا سحرگه ز کنار تو جوان برخیزم
روز مرگم نفسی مهلت دیدار بده
تا چو حافظ ز سر جان و جهان برخیزم

In the hope of union, my very life, I’ll give up
As a bird of Paradise, this worldly trap I will hop.
In the hope of one day, being your worthy servant
Mastery of both worlds I’ll gladly drop.
May the cloud of guidance unload its rain
Before I am back to dust, into the air I rise up.
Beside my tomb bring minstrels and wine
My spirit will then dance to music and scent of the cup.
Show me your beauty, O graceful beloved of mine
To my life and the world, with ovation I put a stop.
Though I am old, tonight, hold me in your arms
In the morn, a youthful one, I’ll rise up.
On my deathbed give me a glimpse of your face
So like Hafiz, I too, will reach the top
 

eghlimaa

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Sometimes you give
& i take
& sometimes i give
& you take
We are learning to go
beyond the realm of
our own selves
We are learning to solve
We are learning to love


Suzan Polis Schutz​
 

...scream...

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A walk to remember

Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking.
It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
 

...scream...

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Everything to Me

You are the light when there is no sun.
You are the rainbow after the rain is done.
You are the star that twinkles in the night.
You are the moon that glows so bright.
You are the wind that whistles my name.
You are the love when the world is the same.
You are the flowers the bee's never miss.
You are the beach the warm sun kisses.
 

...scream...

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U Make Me

You make me laugh when I want to cry,
Make me live when I want to die,
Make me smile when I want to frown,
You turn my life upside down.
Believe in me when no one else does
You’re my now, my is, my was.
When you call my name I begin to blush,
I'm afraid people notice I need you so much.
When I'm with you time flies by fast.
It's like the present is the past.
I need you more than you can believe,
Love you more than you can conceive.
Think about you every night and day
And hope my life can stay this way
I don't want it to be any other way.
 

...scream...

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Don't Forget

Breath my air and feel
My love
Kiss my lips and taste
My love
Watch my eyes and see
My love
Don't forget to be
My love
 

...scream...

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You're in Love

You wake up and he’s on your mind.
Another subject, you can’t find.
You used to think it was just a bluff.
But now you realize, you’re in love.

You see him and can’t help but smile.
Think of him for miles and miles.
Weak in the knees when he comes through.
You know his eyes see right through you.

You don’t care what people say.
You want to be with him all day.
Seeing him you can’t get enough.
And you can see that you’re in love.
 

...scream...

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Gift
I speak out of the deep of night
out of the deep of darkness
and out of the deep of night I speak
if you come to my house, friend
bring me a lamp and a window I can look through
at the crowd in the happy alley
 

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Death Be Not Proud by John Donne

Death Be Not Proud by John Donne

Death Be Not Proud


Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.


by John Donne


 

...scream...

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my mother i love you and i need you,even tough

i love you and i need you,even tough

i may at times have made you tear your hair

i set myself apart,bet even so

your presence and your loves are always there

you are my jail cell and ten-ton door

that keeps me from just being who i am

and so i pound the walls and go to war

ramming all the rules that i can ram

yet though i mast rebel,all the while

i know your love,s the ground on wich i stand

i wait upon the flash of your pround smile,my mother

and twist inside at every reprimand

i,m sorry for the times i,ve caused you pain

after these brief storms,love will remain
 

...scream...

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ویلیام شکسپیر

William Shakespeare


Rememberance
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,

And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possest,

Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,

Hoply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;

For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings,
That then I scorn to change my state with kings
.
 

...scream...

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چارلز بوکوفسکی
Charles Bukowski

The Aliens
you may not believe it
but there are people
Charles Bukowski who go through life with
very little
friction of distress.
they dress well, sleep well.
they are contented with
their family
life.
they are undisturbed
and often feel
very good.
and when they die
it is an easy death, usually in their
sleep.

you may not believe
it
but such people do
exist.

but i am not one of
them.
oh no, I am not one of them,
I am not even near
to being
one of
them.
but they
are there

and I am
here.
 

...scream...

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توماس هاردی
Thomas Hardy



The Man He Killed




From "The Dynasts"

"HAD he and I but met
By some old ancient inn,
wet We should have sat us down to
Right many a nipperkin!

But ranged as infantry,"
And staring face to face,
I shot at him as he at me,
And killed him in his place.

"I shot him dead because
Because he was my foe,
Just so ؛my foe of course he was:
That's clear enough؛although

"He thought he'd 'list, perhaps,
Off-hand like just as I
work Was out of had sold his traps
No other reason why.

؛ You shoot a fellow down Was quaint and curious war is!
bar is, You'd treat, if met where any
Or help to half-a-crown."
 

shidokht777

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I know that I'm not alone
What I've seen, has been seen before
But it hurts just like a thorn
A pain I've never felt before
My heart says: "Just speak the truth"
But my mind says: "Don't be a fool"
Need to get something off my mind
Don't let this silence be misunderstood

I don't know where my heart will take me
But I know your light will protect me
From this fragile world
I don't know where I'm destined to be
Rich or poor, famous, loved or lonely
But I know, without your light I'll never cope
In this fragile world

Did you think you can silence me?
With your lies, games and deceit?
You can continue robbing me
But you won't rob my dignity
I know that life is just a game
An illusion that will fade
Cheat and lie, have it your way
But you can't cheat death, no way

I don't know where my heart will take me
But I know your light will protect me
From this fragile world
I don't know where I'm destined to be
Rich or poor, famous, loved or lonely
But I know, without your light, I'll never cope
In this fragile world

Life's just a game
An illusion that will fade
Cheat and lie have it your way
But you can't cheat death, no way

I don't know where my heart will take me
But I know your light will protect me
From this fragile world
I don't know where I'm destined to be
Rich or poor, famous, loved or lonely
But I know, without your light I'll never cope
In this fragile world

 

...scream...

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Alone on Sea

Alone i lay on a wooden raft
Alone i stay in the dark
Alone i pray to survive
Alone i may not survive

Alone i look out the sea
Alone i wake up on the sea
Alone i seek out for help
Alone i may not survive

Alone i eat my dry food
Alone i drink the salty water
Alone i sit in the cold
Alone i may not survive

Alone, yes, alone i stare at the storm
Alone, yes, alone i live on the sea
Alone, yes, alone i wait for the rescue boat
Alone, yes, alone i may not survive

Alone, yes, alone i pray to be safe
Alone, yes, alone i call out for help
Alone, yes, alone i get on the boat
Alone, yes, alone i was rescued

Alone, yes, alone i lived on sea for months
Alone, yes, alone i walk ashore unaided
Alone, yes, alone i continue to hold the
Guinness World Record for survival at sea
Allenika ...
 

*زهره*

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Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold

Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold

Dover Beach

The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits;--on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanch'd land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the {AE}gean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And ***** shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.


by Matthew Arnold


 

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