Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
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Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
Making it momentany as a sound,
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,
Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,
And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!'
The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
So quick bright things come to confusion.

In darkness one may be ashamed of what one does, without the shame of disgrace

In darkness one may be ashamed of what one does, without the shame of disgrace

The charm dissolves apace;
And as the morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, so their read more

The charm dissolves apace;
And as the morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reason.

The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but the one who causes the darkness.

The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but the one who causes the darkness.

Even a small star shines in the darkness.

Even a small star shines in the darkness.

To be a star, you must shine your own light, follow your own path, and don't worry about the darkness, read more

To be a star, you must shine your own light, follow your own path, and don't worry about the darkness, for that is when the stars shine brightest

Truly, it is in darkness that one finds the light, so when we are in sorrow, then this light is read more

Truly, it is in darkness that one finds the light, so when we are in sorrow, then this light is nearest of all to us.

I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how read more

I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.

Lo! darkness bends down like a mother of grief
On the limitless plain, and the fall of her hair
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Lo! darkness bends down like a mother of grief
On the limitless plain, and the fall of her hair
It has mantled a world.