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Пікірлер: 9
@cafepoem18911 ай бұрын
Such a moving rendition of 'Solitude'. Truly captured the essence of Wilcox's masterpiece. Well done!
@RAW24045 жыл бұрын
I love the emotion she portrays
@cafepoem189
11 ай бұрын
@hassanakbar63284 ай бұрын
She's beautiful...reads beautifully 💯
@ashvinjoshy71035 жыл бұрын
wonder full
@degreez6961
3 жыл бұрын
its wonderful 🤦🏼
@DownWithTheCygnus
2 жыл бұрын
@@degreez6961 they tried their best
@DownWithTheCygnus
2 жыл бұрын
@@degreez6961 it' should be "it's wonderful"🤦♂️
@cloweyabedes84618 ай бұрын
Solitude BY ELLA WHEELER WILCOX Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air; The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink from voicing care. Rejoice, and men will seek you; Grieve, and they turn and go; They want full measure of all your pleasure, But they do not need your woe. Be glad, and your friends are many; Be sad, and you lose them all,- There are none to decline your nectared wine, But alone you must drink life’s gall. Feast, and your halls are crowded; Fast, and the world goes by. Succeed and give, and it helps you live, But no man can help you die. There is room in the halls of pleasure For a large and lordly train, But one by one we must all file on Through the narrow aisles of pain.
Пікірлер: 9
Such a moving rendition of 'Solitude'. Truly captured the essence of Wilcox's masterpiece. Well done!
I love the emotion she portrays
@cafepoem189
11 ай бұрын
She's beautiful...reads beautifully 💯
wonder full
@degreez6961
3 жыл бұрын
its wonderful 🤦🏼
@DownWithTheCygnus
2 жыл бұрын
@@degreez6961 they tried their best
@DownWithTheCygnus
2 жыл бұрын
@@degreez6961 it' should be "it's wonderful"🤦♂️
Solitude BY ELLA WHEELER WILCOX Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air; The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink from voicing care. Rejoice, and men will seek you; Grieve, and they turn and go; They want full measure of all your pleasure, But they do not need your woe. Be glad, and your friends are many; Be sad, and you lose them all,- There are none to decline your nectared wine, But alone you must drink life’s gall. Feast, and your halls are crowded; Fast, and the world goes by. Succeed and give, and it helps you live, But no man can help you die. There is room in the halls of pleasure For a large and lordly train, But one by one we must all file on Through the narrow aisles of pain.