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  1. Hace 2 días · Sonnet 104: To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old” by William Shakespeare. To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold. Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned.

  2. Hace 2 días · To An Old Friend. When we have lived our little lives and wandered all their byways through, When we've seen all that we shall see and finished all that we must do, When we shall take one backward look off yonder where our journey ends, I pray that you shall be as glad as I shall be that we were friends.

  3. Hace 2 días · Merrily in her hands was not just or ultimately about the fragility of friendship, but its enduring redemptive power. What Franklin has lost—his family, his dreams, and above all Charley and Mary, he still retains in memory. And they continue to have the power to point the way for him, even moreso, really, than they have been able to in real ...

  4. Hace 2 días · 'Hello darkness, my old friend / I've come to talk with you again.'" [10] According to Garfunkel, the song was first developed in November 1963, but Simon took three months to perfect the lyrics, which were entirely written on February 19, 1964. [11] .

  5. Hace 4 días · Though the term "Beat" is most accurately applied to Ginsberg and his closest friends (Corso, Orlovsky, Kerouac, Burroughs, etc.), the term "Beat Generation" has become associated with many of the other poets Ginsberg met and became friends with in the late 1950s and early 1960s.

  6. en.wikipedia.org › wiki › Lord_ByronLord Byron - Wikipedia

    Hace 3 días · His nostalgic poems about his Harrow friendships, Childish Recollections (1806), express a prescient "consciousness of sexual differences that may in the end make England untenable to him."

  7. Hace 4 días · If nobody smiled and nobody cheered and nobody helped us along, If each every minute looked after himself and good things all went to the strong, If nobody cared just a little for you, and nobody thought about me, And we stood all alone to the battle of life, what a dreary old world it would be!