"An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small, In blast-beruffled plume, Had chosen thus to fling his soul Upon the growing gloom."
"An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small, In blast-beruffled plume, Had chosen thus to fling his soul Upon the growing gloom."
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Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right,Because their words had forked no lightning theyDo not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying …
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Author: Andrew Klavan Publisher: Turner Confession: I love spoilers. Ok, maybe that is not entirely true. But I don't always mind knowing how a story ends, or what happens in the meantime. It does ruin just about any book-to-film I see (as they never get the story right). But, I like knowing stories because I love stories. That I …
"The living come with grassy tread To read the gravestones on the hill; The graveyard draws the living still, But never any more the dead."