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| Subject: Re: FAVOURITE POEMS Sun Dec 28, 2008 6:38 am | |
| THE WOOD Charlotte Bronte
But two miles more, and then we rest! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the brightness of the West Will light us on our devious way; Sit then, awhile, here in this wood-- So total is the solitude, We safely may delay.
These massive roots afford a seat, Which seems for weary travellers made. There rest. The air is soft and sweet In this sequestered forest glade, And there are scents of flowers around, The evening dew draws from the ground; How soothingly they spread!
Yes; I was tired, but not at heart; No--that beats full of sweet content, For now I have my natural part Of action with adventure blent; Cast forth on the wide world with thee, And all my once waste energy To weighty purpose bent.
Yet--sayst thou, spies around us roam, Our aims are termed conspiracy? Haply, no more our English home An anchorage for us may be? That there is risk our mutual blood May redden in some lonely wood The knife of treachery?
Sayst thou, that where we lodge each night, In each lone farm, or lonelier hall Of Norman Peer--ere morning light Suspicion must as duly fall, As day returns--such vigilance Presides and watches over France, Such rigour governs all?
I fear not, William; dost thou fear? So that the knife does not divide, It may be ever hovering near: I could not tremble at thy side, And strenuous love--like mine for thee-- Is buckler strong 'gainst treachery, And turns its stab aside.
I am resolved that thou shalt learn To trust my strength as I trust thine; I am resolved our souls shall burn With equal, steady, mingling shine; Part of the field is conquered now, Our lives in the same channel flow, Along the self-same line;
And while no groaning storm is heard, Thou seem'st content it should be so, But soon as comes a warning word Of danger--straight thine anxious brow Bends over me a mournful shade, As doubting if my powers are made To ford the floods of woe.
Know, then it is my spirit swells, And drinks, with eager joy, the air Of freedom--where at last it dwells, Chartered, a common task to share With thee, and then it stirs alert, And pants to learn what menaced hurt Demands for thee its care.
Remember, I have crossed the deep, And stood with thee on deck, to gaze On waves that rose in threatening heap, While stagnant lay a heavy haze, Dimly confusing sea with sky, And baffling, even, the pilot's eye, Intent to thread the maze--
Of rocks, on Bretagne's dangerous coast, And find a way to steer our band To the one point obscure, which lost, Flung us, as victims, on the strand;-- All, elsewhere, gleamed the Gallic sword, And not a wherry could be moored Along the guarded land.
I feared not then--I fear not now; The interest of each stirring scene Wakes a new sense, a welcome glow, In every nerve and bounding vein ; Alike on turbid Channel sea, Or in still wood of Normandy, I feel as born again.
The rain descended that wild morn When, anchoring in the cove at last, Our band, all weary and forlorn Ashore, like wave-worn sailors, cast-- Sought for a sheltering roof in vain, And scarce could scanty food obtain To break their morning fast.
Thou didst thy crust with me divide, Thou didst thy cloak around me fold; And, sitting silent by thy side, I ate the bread in peace untold: Given kindly from thy hand, 'twas sweet As costly fare or princely treat On royal plate of gold.
Sharp blew the sleet upon my face, And, rising wild, the gusty wind Drove on those thundering waves apace, Our crew so late had left behind; But, spite of frozen shower and storm, So close to thee, my heart beat warm, And tranquil slept my mind.
So now--nor foot-sore nor opprest With walking all this August day, I taste a heaven in this brief rest, This gipsy-halt beside the way. England's wild flowers are fair to view, Like balm is England's summer dew Like gold her sunset ray.
But the white violets, growing here, Are sweeter than I yet have seen, And ne'er did dew so pure and clear Distil on forest mosses green, As now, called forth by summer heat, Perfumes our cool and fresh retreat-- These fragrant limes between.
That sunset! Look beneath the boughs, Over the copse--beyond the hills; How soft, yet deep and warm it glows, And heaven with rich suffusion fills; With hues where still the opal's tint, Its gleam of prisoned fire is blent, Where flame through azure thrills!
Depart we now--for fast will fade That solemn splendour of decline, And deep must be the after-shade As stars alone to-night will shine; No moon is destined--pale--to gaze On such a day's vast Phoenix blaze, A day in fires decayed!
There--hand-in-hand we tread again The mazes of this varying wood, And soon, amid a cultured plain, Girt in with fertile solitude, We shall our resting-place descry, Marked by one roof-tree, towering high Above a farmstead rude.
Refreshed, erelong, with rustic fare, We'll seek a couch of dreamless ease; Courage will guard thy heart from fear, And Love give mine divinest peace: To-morrow brings more dangerous toil, And through its conflict and turmoil We'll pass, as God shall please. |
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| Subject: Re: FAVOURITE POEMS Sun Dec 28, 2008 6:45 am | |
| Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd, For ever panting, and for ever young; All breathing human passion far above, That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd, A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.
Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest? What little town by river or sea shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty,--that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know." |
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| Subject: Re: FAVOURITE POEMS Sun Dec 28, 2008 9:55 am | |
| A Farewell to False Love
Farewell false love, the oracle of lies, A mortal foe and enemy to rest, An envious boy, from whom all cares arise, A bastard vile, a beast with rage possessed, A way of error, a temple full of treason, In all effects contrary unto reason.
A poisoned serpent covered all with flowers, Mother of sighs, and murderer of repose, A sea of sorrows whence are drawn such showers As moisture lend to every grief that grows; A school of guile, a net of deep deceit, A gilded hook that holds a poisoned bait.
A fortress foiled, which reason did defend, A siren song, a fever of the mind, A maze wherein affection finds no end, A raging cloud that runs before the wind, A substance like the shadow of the sun, A goal of grief for which the wisest run.
A quenchless fire, a nurse of trembling fear, A path that leads to peril and mishap, A true retreat of sorrow and despair, An idle boy that sleeps in pleasure's lap, A deep mistrust of that which certain seems, A hope of that which reason doubtful deems.
Sith* then thy trains my younger years betrayed, [since] And for my faith ingratitude I find; And sith repentance hath my wrongs bewrayed*, [revealed] Whose course was ever contrary to kind*: [nature] False love, desire, and beauty frail, adieu. Dead is the root whence all these fancies grew.
Sir Walter Raleigh |
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| Subject: Re: FAVOURITE POEMS Sun Dec 28, 2008 9:57 am | |
| It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me- Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we- Of many far wiser than we- And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.
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| Subject: Re: FAVOURITE POEMS Mon Dec 29, 2008 12:14 am | |
| The unpurged images of day recede; The Emperor's drunken soldiery are abed; Night resonance recedes, night walkers' song After great cathedral gong; A starlit or a moonlit dome disdains All that man is, All mere complexities, The fury and the mire of human veins.
Before me floats an image, man or shade, Shade more than man, more image than a shade; For Hades' bobbin bound in mummy-cloth May unwind the winding path; A mouth that has no moisture and no breath Breathless mouths may summon; I hail the superhuman; I call it death-in-life and life-in-death.
Miracle, bird or golden handiwork, More miraclc than bird or handiwork, Planted on the star-lit golden bough, Can like the cocks of Hades crow, Or, by the moon embittered, scorn aloud In glory of changeless metal Common bird or petal And all complexities of mire or blood.
At midnight on the Emperor's pavement flit Flames that no faggot feeds, nor steel has lit, Nor storm disturbs, flames begotten of flame, Where blood-begotten spirits come And all complexities of fury leave, Dying into a dance, An agony of trance, An agony of flame that cannot singe a sleeve.
Astraddle on the dolphin's mire and blood, Spirit after Spirit! The smithies break the flood. The golden smithies of the Emperor! Marbles of the dancing floor Break bitter furies of complexity, Those images that yet Fresh images beget, That dolphin-torn, that gong-tormented sea.
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| Subject: Re: FAVOURITE POEMS Sat Jan 03, 2009 3:39 pm | |
| Excerpt T. S. Eliot's Four Quartets
We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, unremembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea. Quick now, here, now, always— A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything) And all shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well When the tongues of flame are in-folded Into the crowned knot of fire And the fire and the rose are one. |
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| Subject: Re: FAVOURITE POEMS Sun Jan 04, 2009 2:44 am | |
| - Bella wrote:
- Come live with me and be my love
Christopher Marlowe
Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull; Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of th purest gold;
A belt of straw and ivy buds, With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love. The Passionate Shepherd to His Love Christopher Marlowe ___________________________________________ Bella. My first husband used to recite this very poem to me over the phone, when I was about 15 and we were going out. I used to be stood there blushing, on the other end of the line, wondering what pleasures he had in mind. |
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| Subject: Re: FAVOURITE POEMS Sun Jan 04, 2009 3:22 am | |
| Very 'sensual pleasures' if you had anything to do with it. |
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| Subject: Re: FAVOURITE POEMS Sun Jan 04, 2009 3:48 am | |
| - Shine wrote:
- Very 'sensual pleasures' if you had anything to do with it.
_____________________________________________________________ Well ,in the end, I was his first. |
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| Subject: Re: FAVOURITE POEMS Sun Jan 04, 2009 3:49 am | |
| But he wasn't your first |
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| Subject: Re: FAVOURITE POEMS Sun Jan 04, 2009 3:52 am | |
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| Subject: Re: FAVOURITE POEMS Sun Jan 04, 2009 4:03 am | |
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| Subject: Re: FAVOURITE POEMS Sun Jan 04, 2009 4:06 am | |
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| Subject: Re: FAVOURITE POEMS Sun Jan 04, 2009 4:15 am | |
| I had it recited at my wedding,Magical |
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| Subject: Re: FAVOURITE POEMS Sat Jan 10, 2009 10:29 am | |
| A Poison Tree
by William Blake | I was angry with my friend: | I told my wrath, my wrath did end. | I was angry with my foe: | I told it not, my wrath did grow. | And I watered it in fears, | Night & morning with my tears; | And I sunned it with smiles, | And with soft deceitful wiles. | And it grew both day and night, | Till it bore an apple bright ; | And my foe beheld it shine, | And he knew that it was mine, | And into my garden stole | When the night had veil’d the pole: | In the morning glad I see | My foe outstretched beneath the tree. |
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| Subject: Re: FAVOURITE POEMS Sat Jan 10, 2009 10:33 am | |
| She walks in beauty
by Lord Byron | She walks in beauty, like the night | Of cloudless climes and starry skies; | And all that's best of dark and bright | Meet in her aspect and her eyes: | Thus mellowed to that tender light | Which heaven to gaudy day denies. | One shade the more, one ray the less, | Had half impaired the nameless grace | Which waves in every raven tress, | Or softly lightens o'er her face; | Where thoughts serenely sweet express | How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. | And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, | So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, | The smiles that win, the tints that glow, | But tell of days in goodness spent, | A mind at peace with all below, | A heart whose love is innocent. |
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| Subject: Re: FAVOURITE POEMS Tue Jan 13, 2009 7:08 am | |
| Meadow Again
| by Daniel James Burt | Moon hangs, almost full pieces of cloud scatter, glide in soft, summer breeze. We lay in our meadow listening to the sound of night her head nestled on my arm.
Night air made for kissing dances upon our skin chilling wherever is damp. She stirs, quietly calls, my name hangs on summer eve floats about our meadow.
She sighs, moves closer snuggling in, once again her breath stirs, awakens. Hands join in gentle caress exploration shared and renewed oh, so smooth and lovely.
We turn, lips meeting slow, softly, delicate building quickly to demand. Crying out, beginning and end collapsing, breathing ragged moon hangs, slightly fuller.
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| Subject: Re: FAVOURITE POEMS Tue Jan 20, 2009 2:07 pm | |
| You are like the diamond You glimmer and glow And shine so brightly Some, like me, draw close To feel your warmth, your heat Only to find none You are like the diamond You are bright and strong But you have no warmth, or love It's a terrible game To play with people's hearts Like mine You are like the diamond You will last longer than most But you will have no love No warmth to back up that bright light So what kind of life will it be? Besides long? Will you regret it someday? Regret being so much like the diamond Regret being so cold And look for me A find me gone? Can I ever leave? No, I can never leave you I am drawn to this cold light This false sense of warmth you give I keep wishing and hoping That someday, you will give warmth But, this will never be Diamonds last forever |
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| Subject: Re: FAVOURITE POEMS Sun Feb 01, 2009 2:50 pm | |
| A Farewell to False Love
Farewell false love, the oracle of lies, A mortal foe and enemy to rest, An envious boy, from whom all cares arise, A bastard vile, a beast with rage possessed, A way of error, a temple full of treason, In all effects contrary unto reason.
A poisoned serpent covered all with flowers, Mother of sighs, and murderer of repose, A sea of sorrows whence are drawn such showers As moisture lend to every grief that grows; A school of guile, a net of deep deceit, A gilded hook that holds a poisoned bait.
A fortress foiled, which reason did defend, A siren song, a fever of the mind, A maze wherein affection finds no end, A raging cloud that runs before the wind, A substance like the shadow of the sun, A goal of grief for which the wisest run.
A quenchless fire, a nurse of trembling fear, A path that leads to peril and mishap, A true retreat of sorrow and despair, An idle boy that sleeps in pleasure's lap, A deep mistrust of that which certain seems, A hope of that which reason doubtful deems.
Sith* then thy trains my younger years betrayed, [since] And for my faith ingratitude I find; And sith repentance hath my wrongs bewrayed*, [revealed] Whose course was ever contrary to kind*: [nature] False love, desire, and beauty frail, adieu. Dead is the root whence all these fancies grew.
Sir Walter Raleigh |
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| Subject: Re: FAVOURITE POEMS Mon Feb 02, 2009 1:08 am | |
| - Star wrote:
- A Farewell to False Love
Farewell false love, the oracle of lies, A mortal foe and enemy to rest, An envious boy, from whom all cares arise, A bastard vile, a beast with rage possessed, A way of error, a temple full of treason, In all effects contrary unto reason.
A poisoned serpent covered all with flowers, Mother of sighs, and murderer of repose, A sea of sorrows whence are drawn such showers As moisture lend to every grief that grows; A school of guile, a net of deep deceit, A gilded hook that holds a poisoned bait.
A fortress foiled, which reason did defend, A siren song, a fever of the mind, A maze wherein affection finds no end, A raging cloud that runs before the wind, A substance like the shadow of the sun, A goal of grief for which the wisest run.
A quenchless fire, a nurse of trembling fear, A path that leads to peril and mishap, A true retreat of sorrow and despair, An idle boy that sleeps in pleasure's lap, A deep mistrust of that which certain seems, A hope of that which reason doubtful deems.
Sith* then thy trains my younger years betrayed, [since] And for my faith ingratitude I find; And sith repentance hath my wrongs bewrayed*, [revealed] Whose course was ever contrary to kind*: [nature] False love, desire, and beauty frail, adieu. Dead is the root whence all these fancies grew.
Sir Walter Raleigh An image packed expression of a hurt mind there, Star. |
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| Subject: Re: FAVOURITE POEMS Thu Feb 19, 2009 1:27 pm | |
| Im putting this poem i here .....
A SEA-SIDE INCIDENT.
GOOD people attend, while I briefly relate, An incident witnessed at Blackpool of late; 'Tis a picture one's fancy may easily trace, If he lives, like myself, at some watering place. 'Twas winter, the wind whistled loud through the panes, Nearly freezing the blood as it coursed through our veins; The Sun, full of glory, had gone down to rest, Behind the great ocean, far, far in the west; The Moon, taking hold of the reins of the night, Drove steadily on in her chariot of light; The Stars, her attendants, were twinkling on high, As if proud of their posts in that wintry sky. 'Twas a bitter cold night for the shelterless poor, When a rather loud tapping was heard at my door, Which I hastened to open, when lo! and behold, A poor ragged urchin stood there in the cold. He was tattered and shoeless, his poor little feet I could see were exposed to the cold of the street. With feelings of sadness I gazed on the lad, As he stood on my doorstep so scantily clad; And I thought of my own, with their bright curly heads. So nicely, so snugly asleep in their beds; And my feelings, which I could no longer disguise. Were expressed in the tear-drops that stood in mine eyes. The Moon, which awhile had been hid from our sight, Behind a dark cloud, now poured down her light, And her silvery beams, falling full on the face Of that child as he stood there, methought I could trace Some resemblance to one lately ta'en from us here To bask in a fairer and happier sphere. With pity and sadness pourtrayed on my brow, I addressed him, and said, my dear lad, who art thou That cometh to us in this pitiable plight, Exposed to the cold of this bleak winter night? I fear thou art some wild, untractable youth, Disobeying thy parents; come tell me the truth. His eyes, which were hitherto hid from my gaze, Now anxiously, pleadingly, looked in my face, And his half-covered bosom seemed throbbing with grief; So I said, "Speak out, child, it may give thee relief." He spoke, and these words pierced me right to the heart, "Dun yo want ony mussels, threeaupence a quart?" |
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| Subject: Re: FAVOURITE POEMS Fri Feb 20, 2009 9:18 am | |
| I enjoyed reading that, Star. Did you write it. |
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| Subject: Re: FAVOURITE POEMS Fri Feb 20, 2009 9:26 am | |
| - Shine wrote:
- I enjoyed reading that, Star. Did you write it.
I wish i did ...I thought it was very moving . |
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| Subject: Re: FAVOURITE POEMS Sun Mar 01, 2009 6:24 am | |
| The summer sun is back again, as the desert starts to swelter. Its so hot the bugs all hide, and animals hunt for shelter.
Plants dry up and blow away, and streams just seem to fade. Some times it gets so hot, its over 100 in the shade.
Tar bubbles up from the road, as the sun brings it to boil. Dirt dries out and turns to sand, with huge cracks in the soil.
There's no rain in sight for now, as the sun dries up the clouds. People flock towards the lakes, seems they draw the biggest crowds.
Cowboy hats with wide brims, are worn by lots of folks. The sun beating down all day, can be the cause of many strokes.
Even though the desert is pretty, it can become a deadly trap. Every year you hear a tail, someone died while taking a nap.
The desert is no place to play, when you are not prepared. The sun has no mercy, as no one will be spared. |
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| Subject: Re: FAVOURITE POEMS Sun Mar 01, 2009 6:28 am | |
| That's a nice little poem, Star. |
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