My galley, chargèd with forgetfulness,
Thorough sharp seas in winter nights doth pass
'Tween rock and rock; and eke mine en'my, alas,
That is my lord, steereth with cruelness;
And every owre a thought in readiness,
As though that death were light in such a case.
An endless wind doth tear the sail apace
Of forced sighs and trusty fearfulness.
A rain of tears, a cloud of dark disdain,
Hath done the weared cords great hinderance;
Wreathèd with error and eke with ignorance.
The stars be hid that led me to this pain;
Drownèd is Reason that should me comfort,
And I remain despairing of the port.
>>7610249
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See you in hell
>>7610253
>highschooler detected
Nope, I'm studying literature in Europe.
>>7610255
Yeah you wish fag.
>>7610255
There are highschools in Europe too.
>>7610261
Why would we study English poems in high schools?
>>7610249
*Through, second line, or thorough with a conjunction. Either way, metre will be messed in that line.
>>7610249
>owre
>>7610266
Because it's on the curriculum?
>>7610281
I'm talking about my own country. Here in my Slav shithole we only learn English, we don't dwelwe into literary works.