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She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

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by William Shakespeare

My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
Th’ uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as mad men’s are,
At random from the truth vainly expressed.
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

Naupan laia kan zir thin, Village hmeichhe naupang Lantern nena zan khawvawta chhuak kha a thupui k hre chhuak zo tawh lo.

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Naupan tet atanga kan zirlai ka ngaihtuah kir pawhhian Story aichuan Poetry lam hi ka hre rei zawk daih a ni. Bible ah pawh Davida ka duh em em na ni bawk a ni, tawite thu ril tak hi ngaihnawm ka ti.

LIFE IN A LOVE
by Robert Browning

Escape me?
Never—
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth,
While the one eludes, must the other pursue.
My life is a fault at last, I fear:
It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed.
But what if I fail of my purpose here?
It is but to keep the nerves at strain,
To dry one’s eyes and laugh at a fall,
And baffled, get up to begin again,—
So the chase takes up one’s life, that’s all.
While, look but once from your farthest bound,
At me so deep in the dust and dark,
No sooner the old hope drops to ground
Than a new one, straight to the selfsame mark,
I shape me—
Ever
Removed!

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“Kei leh ka chhungte erawh hi zawngin LALPA rawng a ni kan bawl dawn”

“Khawvel hi hmangaih suh ula, a chhunga awmte pawh hi hmangaih hek suh u;
Miin khawvel hi a hmangaih chuan Pa a hmangaihna amahah a awm silo”

“He khawvel hi Ka ram nise la chu ka thruih hruaiten an la tawh tur a”

Ka lung i rawn ti leng tlat

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