- Мэтью Арнольд (1822-1888)

Foiled by our fellow-men, depressed, outworn
We leave the brutal world to takes its way,
And, Patience, in another life we say,
The world shall be thrust down and we up-born.
And will not, then, the immortal armies, scorn
The world’s poor, routed leavoings? or will they,
Who failed under the heat of this life’s day,
Support the fervours of the heavenly morn?
No, no! the energy of life may be
Kept on after the grave, but not begun;
And he who flaggged not in the early strife,
From strength to strength advancing - only he,
His soul well knit, and all his battles won,
Mounts, and that hardly, te eternal life.

GonSon: yes
GonSon: ?
Luke Warm: I was wondering if you were interested in doing some trading
GonSon: in?
Luke Warm: cs:go
GonSon: let me see your inv
Luke Warm: I was looking to trade these 2 bags of very premium sashiki rice. Each bag weighs about 200 lbs but don't worry I can pay for the shipping.

Anchor : jacob youre cheating

ledy -iwnl- : jacob youre cheating
ledy -iwnl- : so fokuning blatoning