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A Dirge

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Rough wind, that moanest loud
Grief too sad for song;
Wild wind, when sullen cloud
Knells all the night long;
Sad storm whose tears are vain,
Bare woods, whose branches strain,
Deep caves and dreary main,--
Wail, for the world’s wrong!

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Suryendu Chaudhury 03 November 2020

The pathetic fallacy is remarkable.

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Indira Renganathan 07 November 2016

Nature does weep over the wrong deeds of the world.....gets wild and attacks with disasters....Shelley is too eminent- 10

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Meef Meef 05 January 2012

MEEF MEEF....... MEEF MEEF

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Meef Meef 05 January 2012

Boy, this sure is a swell poem!

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