O, how our love is murderous (Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev Poems)
O, how our love is murderous,The dearer something is to usThe surer are we to destroy itIn passion's savage blindness!Was ...
O, how our love is murderous,The dearer something is to usThe surer are we to destroy itIn passion's savage blindness!Was ...
Don't say he loves me as before,That, as before, he treasures me...no! He callously destroys my life,Although I see the ...
* * *O, how our love is murderous,The dearer something is to usThe surer are we to destroy itIn passion's ...
You're here again - and of a suddenA warmth long gone floods my dead heart,And all I thought forgot, unbiddenReturns, ...
Say not he loves me as before, as truly, dearlyAs once he did… Oh no! My lifeHe would destroy, he ...
When life is but a round of crushing careAnd, a great heap of stones, lies heavy on us,There suddenly, God ...
She sat upon the floor Looking through a pile of letters, She took them up and tossed them Like so ...
Elysium of shades this soul of mine,Shades silent, luminous, and wholly severedFrom this tempestuous age, these restless times,Their joys and ...
The glare! The heat! O Nice, you blind me!A dull unease upon me settles…Life, like a bird shot down, strains ...
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