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Cosmological License Reviews General Poetry Piece 1

By: George Albert

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And every part of our yesterdays have lighted fools
The idea to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's however a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour in regard to the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, bursting of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures;
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul;
He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk via the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: for thou art with me;
Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies;
Thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Absolutely goodness and mercy shall mind me every the days of my life,
And I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

To everything there is a season,
And a time to every one of aim under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to create up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate;
A time of war, and a time of peace.

Love in Distinguished Success sate,
Whilst Bleeding Hearts around him flowed,
For whom Present pains he did create,
And peculiar Tyrannic power he showed;
From thy Bright Eyes he took his fire,
Which round about, in sport he hurled;
But 'twas from mine he took desire,
Adequate to undo the amorous world.

From me he took his sighs and tears,
From thee his Pride and Cruelty;
From me his Languishments and Fears,
And the entire Killing Dart from thee;
Thus thou and I, the God have armed.
And set him up a Deity;
However my poor Heart alone is harmed,
Whilst thine the Victor is, and free.

There is a ship and she sails the sea
She's loaded deep, while overwhelming can be
However not as profound whilst the love I'm in
I understand not if I sink or swim

I leaned my back against an oak
Thinking it was a trusty tree
However initially it bent and then it broke
Barely when my love proved false to me

Oh, love is gentle, and love is kind
The sweetest flower once primarily it's modern
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away akin to the mornin' dew

The water is wide, I cannot achieve o'er
Neither have I the wings to fly
Give me a boat that can bring two
And both shall row my love and I

While fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So insightful in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my Dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
And I will luve thee still, my Dear,
While the sands o' lifetime shall run.

And fare thee weel, my just Luve!
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

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