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Why was I born with such contemporaries?
Why was I born with such contemporaries?
Despair is like forward children, who, when you take away one of their playthings, throw the rest into the fire read more
Despair is like forward children, who, when you take away one of their playthings, throw the rest into the fire for madness. It grows angry with itself, turns its own executioner, and revenges its misfortunes on its own head.
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
What we call despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
What we call despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
Night was our friend, our leader was Despair.
Night was our friend, our leader was Despair.
Alas for him who never sees
The stars shine through his cypress-trees
Who, hopeless, lays his dead read more
Alas for him who never sees
The stars shine through his cypress-trees
Who, hopeless, lays his dead away,
Nor looks to see the breaking day
Across the mournful marbles play!
The nympholepsy of some fond despair.
The nympholepsy of some fond despair.
Never despair; but if you do, work on in despair
Never despair; but if you do, work on in despair
