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“⸺I feel a hell ot grief! where is my crown?
Gone, gone: and do I still remain alive?”
⸻⸻⸻Marlowe.
“⸺Out of the day and night
A joy has taken flight;
Fresh spring and summer, and winter hour
Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight
No more — —O never more!”
⸻⸻⸻Shelley.
“For me, I think sometimes that lite is death
Rather than life a mere affair of breath.”
⸻⸻⸻⸻Lord Byron.
কুল্ কুল্ কুল্ কৰি টাবলুঙ্গ পৰ্ব্বতত
বলিছে এখনি সৰু মনোমোহা নই,
নিৰমল পানী যেন ফটিকৰ ধাৰা,
