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Not bengali literature, i know, but i love it
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Sonnet 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosey lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks. But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. |
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I've actually not seen dead poets' society, so im not too sure what your getting at...
Tipu hi, i browsed your webpages, your poems are very good, can you guess which one i liked best? sensous starry skies. It was actually the only one i could understand lol. [This message has been edited by mina (edited 25 September 2000).] |
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