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Comment 2 of 2, added on September 19th, 2005 at 8:16 PM.
I like this poem and it was a nice rhyme pattern to it.
Jordan from United States
Comment 1 of 2, added on June 4th, 2005 at 4:47 PM.
oh great fun TALLIE HooThomas Hardy - Hap
If but some vengeful god would call to me
From up the sky, and laugh: "Thou suffering thing,
Know that thy sorrow is my ecstasy,
that thy love's loss is my hate's profiting!"
Then would I bear it, clench myself, and die,
Steeled by the sense of ire unmerited;
Half-eased in that a Powerfuller than I
Had willed and meted me the tears I shed.
But not so. How arrives it joy lies slain,
And why unblooms the best hope ever sown?
--Crass Casualty obstructs the sun and rain,
And dicing Time for gladness casts a moan. . .
These purblind Doomsters had as readily strown
Blisses about my pilgrimage as pain.
tallie hoo from United Kingdom
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I like this poem and it was a nice rhyme pattern to it.
Jordan from United States