canto iii estrofe 113
...I have not loved the world, nor the world me;
I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bow'd
To its idolatries a patient knee,
Nor coin'd my cheek to smiles, nor cried aloud
In worship of an echo; in the crowd
They could not deem me one of such; I stood
Among them, but not of them; in a shroud
Of thoughts which were not their thoughts, and still could,
Had I not filed my mind, which thus itself subdued.
Belo trecho de Lord Byron
segunda-feira, 6 de junho de 2011
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Belas palavras que não cabem na galáxia!
Eu adoro Lord Byron!
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