A Dirge
Rough wind, that moanest loud
Grief too sad for song;
Wild wind, when sullen cloud
Knells all the night long;
Sad storm whose tears are vain,
Bare woods, whose branches strain,
Deep caves and dreary main,-
Wail, for the world's wrong!
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" Iemand die liegt is zich niet van bewust van de grote taak die hij op zich neemt, want het vereist nog twintig leugens om de eerste in stand te houden.
He who tells a lie, is not sensible how great a task he undertakes. For he must be forced to invent twenty more to maintain that one.
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