Mustakim Bhuiya Bajitpur Kishorgonj

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  • Phone Number *** - **** 6387
  • E-Mailyellowlion987***@******.***
  • Birthday24 August 1988
  • Education -
  • Address Burgemeester Buijvoetsplein No: 6387
  • CityLangeveen
  • CountryNetherlands

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In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order. ..

About Mustakim Bhuiya Bajitpur Kishorgonj

Mustakim Bhuiya Bajitpur Kishorgonj living Burgemeester Buijvoetsplein No: 6387 Langeveen Netherlands

THOU tyrant of the ling'ring hour!
Ah, why with me delight to rest?
Hence far away, tormenting pow'r
Unwelcome guest!

With thee, sad visitant! I prove
The long, the melancholy day;
Ah! foe to peace! from me remove,
Thy dreaded sway.

Oft when I'd court ideal themes,
'Tis then thy leaden wings o'erspread
That seat of wild, fantastic dreams,
My weary head.

And when in Fancy's fiery car,
With her and with the muse I'd fly;
To realms beyond the morning-star,
The earth and sky;

Not long in these illusions blest,
Through fairy-palaces I roam;
Thy wand recals, unwelcome guest!
My visions home.

Ah, foe to peace! When thou art nigh,
Farewell the dew-balm of repose;
Then slumber's fled—the languid eye
Forgets to close.

I ne'er my midnight vigils keep,
To ponder by the taper's light;
Nor waste in downy arms of sleep,
The morning bright.

'Tis mine to rove the hill, the dale,
To wander through embow'ring trees;
The soul of freshness to inhale,
The mountain-breeze.

Then, tyrant of the ling'ring hour,
Ah! why with me delight to rest?
Hence far away, tormenting pow'r,
Unwelcome guest!