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gudrības [Mar. 30th, 2010|02:23 pm]
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"'I could not love thee, Dear, so much, loved I not Honour more.' That's a pat speech, isn't it? Certainly better than anything I can think up myself, at the present moment. For I do love you, Scarlett, in spite of what I said that night on the porch last month."

/Rhett Buttler in Margaret Mitchell's "Gone With The Wind"/



atradu no kurienes viņš to izrāva..

To Lucasta, Going to the Wars

Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind
That from nunnery
Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind,
To war and arms I fly.

True, a mew mistress now I chase,
The first foe in the field;
And with a stronger faith embrace
A sword, a horse, a shield.

Yet this inconstancy is such
As you too shall adore;
I could not love thee, dear, so much,
Loved I not honor more.


/Richard Lovelace/
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