Unter meinem Auge; Warm und breit brennen die Südwinde
durch Über dem Himmel. Nacheinander sind die weißen Wolken flüchtig; Jedes Herz, das dieser Mai Morgen im joyance schlägt
Voll fröhlich; Dennoch müssen alle Sachen sterben. Der Strom hört auf zu fließen; Der Wind hört auf durchzubrennen; Die Wolken hören zur Flotte auf; Das Herz hört auf zu schlagen; Für alle Sachen muß sterben. Alle Sachen müssen sterben. Frühling kommt nie mehr. O, Eitelkeit! Tod wartet an der Tür. Sehen! unsere Freunde sind alle, die den Wein und das Merrymaking verlassen. Wir sind call'd-wir müssen gehen. Das gelegte Tief, sehr niedrig, in der Dunkelheit müssen wir liegen. Die fröhlichen Freuden sind ruhig; Die Stimme des Vogels wird nicht mehr noch der Wind auf dem Hügel gehört. O, Elend! Horchen! Tod benennt, während ich mit ye spreche, der Kiefer fällt, die rote paling Backe, das starke Gliedausfallen; Eis mit dem warmen Blutmischen; Das Augapfelreparieren. Neunmal geht die vergehende Glocke: Ye fröhliche Seelen, Abschied. Die alte Masse hatte eine Geburt, wie alle Männer wissen, vor langer Zeit. Und die alte Masse muß sterben. Die warme Windstrecke und den blauen Welle Schlag so lassen das Ufer; Für gleichmäßiges und Morgen sieht Ye nie Thro ' Ewigkeit. Alle Sachen wurden getragen. Ye kommt nie mehr, denn alle Sachen müssen sterben.
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Introduction
Dear friends around the world, This collection will be my last (forever evolving) book, other than a project I am also working on called my "UnBook,"...
Moments After
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Love Devotions
/You may use these devotions without attribution in personal cards and letters to your loved one, but any non personal use must include attribution./...
Our Master Love
/by Bryant H. McGill, April of 2003/ Oh, love is a masterful pain A splendid martyr it makes To render its likeness again The best and worst credits...
Witness of an embrace
/by Bryant H. McGill, January of 2010/ Nothing more needs to be said. I will just hold you. We will be paralyzed, By the simple witness of that...
Your perfect essence...
/by Bryant H. McGill, February of 2010/ To bask upon the hearth The fires upon your breast That warms a frozen heart In true love's caress Darling,...
Oath of Intention, Belief and Purpose
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Deep Within the Roots Descend Now one
/by Bryant H. McGill, November of 1989/ Sex without pain, Weakening with a quiver, Would be like food With out taste or smell Sex without love Or the...
This Life
/by Bryant H. McGill, April of 2003/ Love the lips, taste the wine Curves of hips, intertwined Up the hill, down the valley Children shrill, bodies...
We danced like sparrows
/by Bryant H. McGill, November of 1988/ We danced like sparrows In the flame of one another's youth We inhaled the fragrance Of the bloom of life We...
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