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John Keats |
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The Love Song of J.ALFRED PRUFROCK
Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions Which a minute will reverse. |
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I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from an empty room. |
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For I have known them all already,known them all. Have known the evenings,mornings,afternoons, |
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And I have known the eyes already,known them all |
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There will be time,there will be time, To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet. |
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And the afternoon,the evening, sleeps so peacefully, Smoothed by long fingers, Asleep,tired... |
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I have heard the mermaids singing,each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us,and we drown. |
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PORTRAIT OF A LADY
And how,how rare and strange it is to find, In a life composed so much of odds and ends (...) To find a friend,who has these qualities, Who has, and gives These qualities,upon which friendship lives. |
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Ah, my friend,you do not know,(...) What life is, you,who hold it in your hand. |
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You let it flow from you |
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And youth is cruel,and has no more remorse, And smiles at situations which it cannot see. |
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