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Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.
Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.
The scourge of life, and death's extreme disgrace,
The smoke of hell,--that monster called Paine.
The scourge of life, and death's extreme disgrace,
The smoke of hell,--that monster called Paine.
He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.
He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.
Pain is life--the sharper, the more evidence of life.
Pain is life--the sharper, the more evidence of life.
Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others pain And perish read more
Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others pain And perish in our own.
When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
Pain is no evil unless it conquers us.
Pain is no evil unless it conquers us.
It is easier to find men who will volunteer to die, than to find those who are willing to endure read more
It is easier to find men who will volunteer to die, than to find those who are willing to endure pain with patience.
