|DHLJ Final Round: The Victorian-Edwardian Aristocracy| - Page 33

Originally posted by: opsora2090

Shakespearean anregi 🤔

What do I do with her

Maybe

I can be wrong

I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,

But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,

Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;

And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,

Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire:

I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

Blessing the thread with Victorian poetry ❤️

Originally posted by: -RD-

What has oppo turned this party into🤣

areee shruti kay iyea edward wala polish party pe thode bhang cherak dia, ab toh jan aye

Originally posted by: -RD-

My party song

https://youtu.be/PKSU0CGhGac

Toh mere munnijan ka keya galati ,,..uske gana kaha hai 🥳

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jn5hsfbhWx4

Henry Higgins is present at the party. He's the most tyrannical grammar Nazi and can't tolerate the murder of English language. Oppo sudhar jaa and cease posting your atrangi songs. 🤣

Prerna to Rishabh Taketh mine own handeth and giveth me all the loveth i des'rve

Bajju kay photo ko sine se yaar , chpakaya saia fevicol se 🥳

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zE7Pwgl6sLA

They tell me I am cursed and I will lose my soul,
(O red wind shrieking o’er the thorn-grown dún!)
But he is my love and I go to him to-night,
Who rides when the thorn glistens white beneath the moon.

He will call my name and lift me to his breast,
(Blow soft O wind ’neath the stars of the south!)
I care not for heaven and I fear not hell
If I have but the kisses of his proud red mouth.

Originally posted by: Wistfulness

Henry Higgins is present at the party. He's the most tyrannical grammar Nazi and can't tolerate the murder of English language. Oppo sudhar jaa and cease posting your atrangi songs. 🤣

Woh bhi oppo ke samne