robot6 апреля 2013В друзьяWhat thou lovest well remains, the rest is dross What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage2 понравилось266
robot6 апреля 2013В друзьяwoe to them that conquer with armies and whose only right is thier power.2 понравилось243
robot6 апреля 2013В друзьяfilial, fraternal affection is the root of humaneness the root of the process nor are elaborate speeches and slick alacrity.2 понравилось258
robot6 апреля 2013В друзьяTo study with the white wings of time passing is not that our delight to have friends come from far countries is not that pleasure nor to care that we are untrumpeted?2 понравилось233
robot6 апреля 2013В друзьяI don't know how humanity stands it with a painted paradise at the end of it without a painted paradise at the end of it2 понравилось235
robot6 апреля 2013В друзьяWhat is the use of talking, and there is no end of talking, There is no end of things in the heart.2 понравилось200
robot6 апреля 2013В друзьяAnd if you ask how I regret that parting: It is like the flowers falling at Spring's end Confused, whirled in a tangle.2 понравилось205
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