Splendor in The Grass
William Wordsworth
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What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind. |
Já que foi inaugurada uma nova vertente no blog, mais um excerto dum "grande" da Literatura Universal...
E aconselha-se o filme, Splendor in the Grass, quase tão antigo quanto eu!!!
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. Tempo
. K.O.ALA
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. Onanismo
. Sinos tocam no horizonte ...
. Origem
. Onanismo
. Reflexos... pensamentos, ...
. Descrições de Uma Planaçã...
. A Título