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Rubaiyat #23
Ah make the most of what we yet may spend Before we too into the Dust descend Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie Sans Wine, sans Songs, sans Singer and – sand End!
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Rubaiyat #22
And we, that now make merry in the Room They left, and Summer dresses in new Bloom Ourselves must we beneath the Couch Of Earth Descend, ourselves to make a Couch – for whom?
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Rubaiyat #21
Lo! some we loved, the loveliest and best That time and Fate of all their Vintage prest, Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before, And one by one crept silently to Rest.
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Oscar Of Alva – P3
Once to those eyes the Lamp of Love, They blessed her dear propitious light But now she glimmer’d from above A sad, funeral torch of night.
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Oscar Of Alva – P2
And on the crimson’d rocks beneath, Which scowl o’er ocean’s sullen flow, Pale in the scatter’d ranks of death, She saw the grasping warrior low While many an eye which ne’er again, Could mark the rising orb of the day, Turn’d feebly from the gory plain Beheld in death her fading ray.
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Oscar Of Alva – P1
How sweetly shines through azure skies The lamp of heaven on Lora’s shore Where Alva’s hoary turrets rise And hear the din of arms no more! But often has yon rolling moon On Alva’s casques of silver play’d And view’d, at midnight’s silent noon Her chiefs in gleaming mail array’d
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I Turned My Twitter Into A Meme Page
Twitter is quite an interesting place to say the least, anyone with an account surely has some form of PTSD. I do not mean that as a joke. In an attempt to alleviate some misery, or perhaps in my case cause some, I will post memes here as well. To make you laugh, with me…
THE NECROMANCER 