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Scritto da: Mewberry8/11 12/04/2006 11.38
ADESSO DITEMI SE NON E' UN GENIOOOO!!!!!
No...Non è bello...è stupendo*ç*
Sempre il mio amicoxD
Io continuo a ripetere che sei una stronza nei miei confronti, Silvia T_T [Modificato da Aredhel Minyatur 13/04/2006 17.23]
"Is this the region, this the soil, the clime,"
Said then the lost Archangel, "this the seat
That we must change for heav'n, this mournful gloom
For that celestial light? Be it so, since he
Who now is sovran can dispose and bid
What shall be right: fardest from him is best,
Whom reason hath equalled, force hath made supreme
Above his equals. Farewell, happy fields,
Where joy for ever dwells! Hail, horrors, hail,
Infernal world, and thou, profoundest hell,
Receive thy new possessor: one who brings
A mind not to be changed by place or time.
The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav'n.
What matter where, if I be still the same,
And what I should be, all but less than he
Whom thunder hath made greater? Here at least
We shall be free; th'Almighty hath not built
Here for his envy, will not drive us hence:
Here we may reign secure, and in my choice
To reign is worth ambition, though in hell:
Better to reign in hell than serve in heav'n.
(Paradise Lost, Book I) |
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