Author: David Schwarm
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XXIII
She rose like an autumnal Night, that springs Out of the East, and follows wild and drear The golden Day, which, on eternal wings, Even as a ghost abandoning a bier, Had left the Earth a corpse. Sorrow and fear So struck, so rous’d, so rapt Urania; So sadden’d round her like an atmosphere …
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XXII
He will awake no more, oh, never more! “Wake thou,” cried Misery, “childless Mother, rise Out of thy sleep, and slake, in thy heart’s core, A wound more fierce than his, with tears and sighs.” And all the Dreams that watch’d Urania’s eyes, And all the Echoes whom their sister’s song Had held in holy silence,…
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Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov
Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov My rating: 5 of 5 stars Massive. Absolutely Massive. Clearly one of the great books of the 20th century and likely required repeat reader. I had no idea what this book was even about until I read it for the third time–I had read it in high school (do not remember…
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XXI
Alas! that all we lov’d of him should be, But for our grief, as if it had not been, And grief itself be mortal! Woe is me! Whence are we, and why are we? of what scene The actors or spectators? Great and mean Meet mass’d in death, who lends what life must borrow. …
David Given Schwarm 