Inexorable
My thoughts hold mortal strife; I do detest my life, And with lamenting cries Peace to my soul to bring Oft call that prince which here doth monarchise: But he, grim-grinning King, Who caitiffs scorns, and doth the blest surprise, Late having deckd with beautys rose his tomb, Disdains to crop a weed, and will not come.
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"My thoughts hold mortal strife;..."
Exploring the themes of classic, William Henry Drummond delivers a powerful performance in "Inexorable"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...