Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Bereavement Comments

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How stern are the woes of the desolate mourner
As he bends in still grief o'er the hallowed bier,
As enanguished he turns from the laugh of the scorner,
And drops to perfection's remembrance a tear;
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Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Limon Suyu 19 April 2017

Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood tenk you

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Ratnakar Mandlik 17 April 2017

drops to perfection's remembrance a tear Great conceptualization.

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Alicia Del Fava 17 April 2017

What a true and beautiful promise in death.

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Amar Agarwala 17 April 2017

Shelley as always... deep, brooding and full of meaning.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 17 April 2017

Floods of despair.... thanks for posting....

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Tom Allport 17 April 2017

a superb emotional poem of human nature? .......well written

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Rajnish Manga 17 April 2017

A real masterpiece that creates a sad atmosphere in the wake of heartfelt bereavement. Thanks.

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Edward Kofi Louis 17 April 2017

Foes! Woes! ! Victims. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Ramesh T A 17 April 2017

A Wonderful poem by Shelley written in despair about the dissipation of a nice dream life and feels much when the good time come once again in life!

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Manonton Dalan 07 December 2015

I always wish my woes will fade

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Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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