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Hello… how are you doing?0
I’m back with another poem ((((((((it’s so weird .isn’t it?))))))))0
Actually I was thinking of writing about sth else but I ended up with another poem!!!!0 (( weird indeed!!!))0
I couldn’t help but share this marvellous poem with you. It’s amazingly touchy.(TOUCHY is my key word!!!)0
It’s written by Chidiock Tichborne as elegy for himself before the being executed. When he received the death sentence, he was only 20 or younger. This can explain a lot to you why he keeps saying(And now I live, and now my life is done.)0
My prime of youth is but a frost of cares,0
My feast of joy is but a dish of pain,0
My crop of corn is but a field of tares,0
And all my good is but vain hope of gain;0
The day is past, and yet I saw no sun,0
And now I live, and now my life is done.0
My tale was heard and yet it was not told,0
My fruit is fallen, and yet my leaves are green,0
My youth is spent and yet I am not old,0
I saw the world and yet I was not seen;0
My thread is cut and yet it is not spun,0
And now I live, and now my life is done.0
I sought my death and found it in my womb,0
I looked for life and saw it was a shade,0
I trod the earth and knew it was my tomb,0
And now I die, and now I was but made;0
My glass is full, and now my glass is run,0
And now I live, and now my life is done.0[/align]
Hello… how are you doing?0
I’m back with another poem ((((((((it’s so weird .isn’t it?))))))))0
Actually I was thinking of writing about sth else but I ended up with another poem!!!!0 (( weird indeed!!!))0
I couldn’t help but share this marvellous poem with you. It’s amazingly touchy.(TOUCHY is my key word!!!)0
It’s written by Chidiock Tichborne as elegy for himself before the being executed. When he received the death sentence, he was only 20 or younger. This can explain a lot to you why he keeps saying(And now I live, and now my life is done.)0
My prime of youth is but a frost of cares,0
My feast of joy is but a dish of pain,0
My crop of corn is but a field of tares,0
And all my good is but vain hope of gain;0
The day is past, and yet I saw no sun,0
And now I live, and now my life is done.0
My tale was heard and yet it was not told,0
My fruit is fallen, and yet my leaves are green,0
My youth is spent and yet I am not old,0
I saw the world and yet I was not seen;0
My thread is cut and yet it is not spun,0
And now I live, and now my life is done.0
I sought my death and found it in my womb,0
I looked for life and saw it was a shade,0
I trod the earth and knew it was my tomb,0
And now I die, and now I was but made;0
My glass is full, and now my glass is run,0
And now I live, and now my life is done.0[/align]
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