William Hamilton

AH! THE SHEPHERD'S MOURNFUL FATE!

Ah! the shepherd's mournful fate!
When doom'd to love, and doom'd to languish,
To bear the scornful fair one's hate,
Nor dare disclose his anguish.
Yet eager looks, and dying sighs,
My secret soul discover,
While rapture trembling thro' my eyes
Reveals how much I love her.
The tender glance; the redd'ning cheek,
O'erspread with rising blushes,
A thousand various ways they speak
A thousand various wishes.
For, oh! that form so heavenly fair,
Those languid eyes so sweetly smiling,
That artless blush, and modest air,
So artfully beguiling!
Thy every look and every grace
So charms whene'er I view thee,
Till death o'ertake me in the chase
Still will my hopes pursue thee;
Then when my tedious hours are past
Be this last blessing given,
Low at thy feet to breathe my last,
And die in sight of heaven.

Коли я ознайомився з партіями марксистів, соціалістів, лібералів та демократів, то за спиною кожної з них я побачив хитрий писок жида. Іван Франко.

 

I hate people, my relatives, all countries. I hate the whole society in a way I cannot verbally express, I despise human's motivations, character, communication, crowds, my life and the universe. Some special people though appear in my life whom, I begin to think, I like for a little time untill I start hating them even more than others. This worthless, mind-departed and pitiful world must die. I'd like to see you all burning in hell. We are nothing. Why do I write this crap here: I want you to know how much I hate you and want you to die.