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(25 July 1829 - 11 February 1862 / London / England)

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Worn Out

Thy strong arms are around me, love
My head is on thy breast;
Low words of comfort come from thee
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  • Ndimele.g. Ancientsword (7/21/2013 9:18:00 PM)

    Is a man truely in love and appreciate what he has but in as much as he would love to remain he has to leave and that truely hurt him to see himself walk away from who he love his left shall cause pain and doesnt want to lose a bit of it.

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  • Noel Letkhotinsat Baite (7/21/2013 5:27:00 PM)

    Nice poem..i realy like it

  • Emeyazia Iwe Chukwudi (7/21/2013 9:38:00 AM)

    Great and emotional...awesome

  • Joseph Poewhit (7/21/2013 8:15:00 AM)

    Love, time. and love - dreams

  • Jemme Simbulan (7/21/2012 9:21:00 PM)

    I felt the poem's loneliness and heartache. Pretty amazing.

  • Alecia Henderson (7/21/2012 4:14:00 AM)

    I love the depth and passion you emote with your intrinsic, image painting words

    Great write

  • Simon Odhiambo (7/21/2012 3:36:00 AM)

    This comment, I write quietly, lest you wake up and weep again.
    Impressed...

  • Ramesh T A (7/21/2012 2:55:00 AM)

    Comfort at a tragic moment in life is rare to find! Surely the enjoyer of comfort depicted in the poem is a lucky person though he has nothing to give in return! Love is precious to lose in life more than anything else...! He has love that will bring him all he lost sooner or later in life...!

  • Angela Reid-wentworth (1/21/2012 2:04:00 PM)

    I think clearly ab out her unfaithful husband, Rosetti.

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