Saturday, November 14, 2009
"She Dwelt among the Untrodden Ways," A Poem by William Wordsworth
"She Dwelt among the Untrodden ways"
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A Maid whon there were none to praise
And very few to love:
A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
--Fair as a star, when only one
Is shiningin in the sky.
She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!
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It was a Lover and his Lass by William Shakespeare
IT was a lover and his lass
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o'er the green corn-field did pass,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
Between the acres of the rye,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
These pretty country folks would lie,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
This carol they began that hour,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
How that life was but a flower
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
And, therefore, take the present time
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
For love is crown`d with the prime
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
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Saturday, October 31, 2009
"When we two Parted," A Pem by George Gordon, Lord Byron
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the mourning
Sunk chill on my brow--
It felt like the waning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
They name thee before me,
Aknell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me--
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I know thee,
Who knew thee too well:--
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met--
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet hee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?--
With silence and tears.
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"Love's Philosophy," A Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
I
The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the Ocean,
The winds of Heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?--
II
See the mountains kiss Heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?
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Tuesday, October 20, 2009
"Something Childish, but very Natural," A Poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
"Something Childish, but very Natural"
If I had but two little wings
And were a little feathery bird,
To you, I'd fly, my dear!
But thoughts like these are idle things,
And I stay here.
But in my sleep to you I fly:
I'm always with you in my sleep!
The world is all one's own.
But then one wakes, and where am I?
All, all alone.
Sleep stays not, though a monarch bids:
So I love to wake ere break of day:
For though my sleep be gone,
Yet while 'tis dark, one shuts one's lids,
And still dreams on.
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Monday, October 12, 2009
"To Mary," A Poem by Charles Wolfe
"To Mary"
If I had thought thou couldst have died,
I might not sweep for thee;
But I forgot, when by thy side,
That thou couldst mortal be:
It never through my mind had past
The time would e'er be over,
And I on thee shouldst smile on me!
And still upon that face I look,
And think 'twill smile again;
And still the thought I will not brook,
That I must look in vain.
But when I speak--thou dost not say
What thou ne'er left'st unsaid;
And now I feel , as well I may,
Sweet Mary, thou art dead!
If thou wouldst stay, e'en as thou art,
All cold and all serene--
I still might press thy silent heart,
And where thy smiles have been.
While e'en thy chill, blake corse I have,
Thou seemest still mine own;
But there--I lay thee in thy grave,
And I am now alone!
I do not think, where'er thou art,
Thou hast forgotten me;
And I, perhaps, may soothe this heart
In thinking too of thee:
Yet there wqas round thee such a dawn
Of light ne'er seen before,
As fancy never could have drwan,
And never can restore!
"She Dwelt among the Untrodden Ways," A Poem by William Wordsworth
"She Dwelt among the Untrodden ways"
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A Maid whon there were none to praise
And very few to love:
A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
--Fair as a star, when only one
Is shiningin in the sky.
She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!
==============================================================================================================================================================================================================
It was a Lover and his Lass by William Shakespeare
IT was a lover and his lass
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o'er the green corn-field did pass,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
Between the acres of the rye,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
These pretty country folks would lie,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
This carol they began that hour,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
How that life was but a flower
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
And, therefore, take the present time
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
For love is crown`d with the prime
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
==============================================================================================================================================================================================================
Saturday, October 31, 2009
"When we two Parted," A Pem by George Gordon, Lord Byron
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the mourning
Sunk chill on my brow--
It felt like the waning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
They name thee before me,
Aknell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me--
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I know thee,
Who knew thee too well:--
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met--
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet hee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?--
With silence and tears.
========================================================
"Love's Philosophy," A Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
I
The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the Ocean,
The winds of Heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?--
II
See the mountains kiss Heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?
==============================================================================================================================================================================================================
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
"Something Childish, but very Natural," A Poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
"Something Childish, but very Natural"
If I had but two little wings
And were a little feathery bird,
To you, I'd fly, my dear!
But thoughts like these are idle things,
And I stay here.
But in my sleep to you I fly:
I'm always with you in my sleep!
The world is all one's own.
But then one wakes, and where am I?
All, all alone.
Sleep stays not, though a monarch bids:
So I love to wake ere break of day:
For though my sleep be gone,
Yet while 'tis dark, one shuts one's lids,
And still dreams on.
==============================================================================================================================================================================================================
Monday, October 12, 2009
"To Mary," A Poem by Charles Wolfe
"To Mary"
If I had thought thou couldst have died,
I might not sweep for thee;
But I forgot, when by thy side,
That thou couldst mortal be:
It never through my mind had past
The time would e'er be over,
And I on thee shouldst smile on me!
And still upon that face I look,
And think 'twill smile again;
And still the thought I will not brook,
That I must look in vain.
But when I speak--thou dost not say
What thou ne'er left'st unsaid;
And now I feel , as well I may,
Sweet Mary, thou art dead!
If thou wouldst stay, e'en as thou art,
All cold and all serene--
I still might press thy silent heart,
And where thy smiles have been.
While e'en thy chill, blake corse I have,
Thou seemest still mine own;
But there--I lay thee in thy grave,
And I am now alone!
I do not think, where'er thou art,
Thou hast forgotten me;
And I, perhaps, may soothe this heart
In thinking too of thee:
Yet there wqas round thee such a dawn
Of light ne'er seen before,
As fancy never could have drwan,
And never can restore!
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