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Ode to a Nightingale John Keat 1. My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains   My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,  Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains   One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:  ‘Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,  But being too happy in thine happiness,—    That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,       In some melodious plot   Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,    Singest of summer in full-throated ease. 2. O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been   Cool’d a long age in the deep-delved earth,  Tasting of Flora and the country green,   Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth!  O for a beaker full of the warm South,  Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,    With beaded bubbles w...

Ode To The West Wind by Percy Bysshe Shelley I O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: 0 thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The wingèd seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave,until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odours plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and Preserver; hear, O hear! II Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like Earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook fr...

I wandered lonely as a cloud Wordsworth I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o''er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretch''d in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:-- A Poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company! I gazed--and gazed--but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought; For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills And dan...

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, ...

Hamster 

Please tell me why Originally I believed that I was a Christian; yet I wasn't as loyal as some devout Christians. Things changed when Trump began his mock-religious Christian showmanship. There are so many snobbish and interest-driven so-called Christians who get down on their knees for Trump to get some influence and power.  It is so disgusting and unethical for them to sell out their conscience to appease a dictator.  Never forget Trump's Plaza Hotel offered a place for many pedophiles; never forget girls who became Epstein's sex slaves had originally been Trump's employees; never forget the relationship between Epstein and Trump.  It is hard to understand poor people who support Trump even if they have to bear the skyrocketing cost for gasoline.  It is easy to say Trump did more good things for his rich folks than for his poor MAGA buddies.  Why do you support a convicted criminal?  ...

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In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.

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