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  1. When I have Fears That I May Cease to Be




    When I have fears that I may cease to be

    Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,

    Before high-pilèd books, in charactery,

    Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain;

    When I behold, upon the night’s starred face,

    Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,

    And think that I may never live to trace

    Their shadows with the magic hand of chance;

    And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,

    That I shall never look upon thee more,

    Never have relish in the faery power

    Of unreflecting love—then on the shore

    Of the wide world I stand alone, and think

    Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

  2. We've traveled so many roads, seen so many places together and each time you tell me to go further than we ever gone and to always keep my sights beyond the horizon.

    But in our journey together you somehow had to take a different path but I will keep on this road and chase the horizons that someday will see each other again.

    I miss you dad, I miss my one true friend.

     

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  3. A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
    Its lovliness increases; it will never
    Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
    A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
    Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
    Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
    A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
    Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
    Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
    Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways
    Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
    Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
    From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
    Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
    For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
    With the green world they live in; and clear rills
    That for themselves a cooling covert make
    'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
    Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
    And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
    We have imagined for the mighty dead;
    An endless fountain of immortal drink,
    Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.

  4. I dedicate this site to all people that really loved....

     

     

    To my dad,

    I wish you were here. We all miss your steadying, reassuring, and loving presence. we are alright but not complete without you. Smile for us from above alright big guy?

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