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Memento Mori.

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Poor the pleasure     Doled out by measure,     Sweet though it be, while brief     As falling of the leaf;     Poor is pleasure     By weight and measure.     Sweet the sorrow     Which ends to-morrow;     Sharp though it be and sore,     It ends for evermore:     Zest of sorrow,     What ends to-morrow.

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"Poor the pleasure..."

This evocative piece by Christina Georgina Rossetti, titled "Memento Mori.", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...

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