Is nobility a bird that flies Free from fierce societal ties? Or is it a flower that never moves, That many smell, and never dies? To say a deed is nobly done, Was it from a mighty one? Was it performed by a great king, A man at arms, or a ruler’s son? Is nobility …
“Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.” ― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude After taking a course on World …
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The pains of yesterday,The toilous parting from joy,Were only a day long spent,And yet, despite time’s fickleTruth,Yesterday was a year to me,And the year was an age.This wrinkle of age formedAt one cycle of the hand,But speaks of a weak heart,Impatient and poor.Yet yesterday is just that,A memory and a jest;For it has passedInto the …