Monday, April 12, 2010

Swan Song Comments

Rating: 2.8

We are not sure of sorrow,
And joy was never sure;
To-day will die tomorrow;
Time stoops to no man’s lure;
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Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Mike 04 August 2021

He finally found a cure for his disease. He picked up the book and read the stanza slowly aloud: From hope and fear set free... Swinburne provided him with a key. Life is sick, or rather has become sick - something unbearable. Jack Londom / Martin Eden

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