Classic poem of the day
FROM THE ITALIAN .
I.
Yes ! Pride of soul shall nerve me now,
To think of thee no more;
And coldness steel the heart and brow
That passion swayed before!
Think'st thou that I will share thy breast,
Whilst dwells a fondlier cherished guest.
Deep in its inmost core?
No;—by my hopes of Heaven! I'll be
A LL—ALL —or nothing unto thee!
II.
Thy hand hath oft been clasped i......
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They made him fight 'till the end.
They made him have no second thoughts.
They made him feel like he wanted his world to end.
They made him fight 'till his death-
fight with himself.
They made want to cry, shout, and scream-
cut a knife through his thin skin.
Prick his heart with a tiny pin,
lay in his grave- with a victorious smile. Thinking for once in his life, he did something right.
They made him unstable, they made him weak.
H......
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