If it all be for naught, for nothingness at last, Why does God make the world so fair? Why spill this golden splendor out across the western hills, And light the silver lamp of eve? Why give me eyes to see, and soul to love so strong and deep? Then, with a pang this brightness stabs me through, And wakes within rebellious voice to cry against all death? Why set this hunger for eternity to gnaw my heartstrings through, If death ends all? If death ends all, then evil must be good, Wrong must be right, and beauty ugliness. God is Judas who betrays His Son, And with a kiss, damns all the world to Hell, -- If Christ rose not again.
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She went her unremembering way, She went and left in me The pang of all the partings gone, And partings yet to be.
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Always it gave me a pang that my children had no lawful claim to a name.
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We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman,scorned, slighted, dismissed without a parting pang.
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by and by, the cause of my disease Gives me a pang that inwardly doth sting,...
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This is a market that is still in its infancy, but it has the potential to blossom into a staggering opportunity.
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All earth was but one thought—and that was death, Immediate and inglorious; and the pang...
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Men are not so weak as you think. They can always leave anybody or any place without a pang - if they find another person or another place they like better. If they feel pricks and scruples it is merely because they cannot make up their mind that the change will be absolutely to their advantage.
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