AlexOm
Member
- Joined
- May 23, 2007
- Member Type
- English Teacher
- Native Language
- Russian
- Home Country
- Russian Federation
- Current Location
- Russian Federation
A saying, or a poem has occupied my mind. I'm not quite sure it was an English poem, but... Once I had learned it by heart, but now I could remember only a couple of words.
Fortune (or love maybe)
A useless thing that cannot fling
... ... .... .... .
Accompanied by ... death (of not death)
That (who) feeds itself on one's despair.
Fortune (or love maybe)
A useless thing that cannot fling
... ... .... .... .
Accompanied by ... death (of not death)
That (who) feeds itself on one's despair.