vineri, 19 decembrie 2008

Wordsworth















What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind...

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  1. Superbe versuri...Intr-adevar, ceea ce avem, prezentul, este incontestabil mult mai important si mai valoros decat ceea ce a ramas in urma, in trecut...

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