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Tom Hardy

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Tom Hardy


Elizabeth having eye sex with Robert at her coronation.

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innerbohemienne:

Alone
From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then - in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life - was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view. 

~ Edgar Allan Poe

innerbohemienne:

Alone

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then - in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life - was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

~ Edgar Allan Poe

(Source: poets.org)


homerorios:

Un sueño

¡Recibe en la frente este beso! Y, por librarme de un peso antes de partir, confieso que acertaste si creías que han sido un sueño mis días; ¿Pero es acaso menos grave que la esperanza se acabe de noche o a pleno sol, con o sin una visión? Hasta nuestro último empeño es sólo un sueño dentro de un sueno.
(…)

Edgar Allan Poe

homerorios:

Un sueño

¡Recibe en la frente este beso! 
Y, por librarme de un peso 
antes de partir, confieso 
que acertaste si creías 
que han sido un sueño mis días; 
¿Pero es acaso menos grave 
que la esperanza se acabe 
de noche o a pleno sol, 
con o sin una visión? 
Hasta nuestro último empeño 
es sólo un sueño dentro de un sueno.

(…)

Edgar Allan Poe


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