The Old StoicRiches I hold in light esteem,And Love I laugh to scorn;And lust of fame was but a dream,That vanished with the morn:And if I pray, the only prayerThat moves my lips for meIs, “Leave the heart that now I bear,And give me liberty!”Yes, as my swift days near their goal:’Tis all that I […]
The Old Stoic – Emily Bronte
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The Old Stoic – Emily Bronte
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