Posted on July 28th, 2008 by admin
Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.
No Nightingale did ever chaunt
More welcome notes to weary bands
Of travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands:
A voice so shrilling ne’er was heard
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.
Will no one tell me what she sings?–
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again?
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Posted on December 18th, 2007 by admin
TO stab my youth with desperate knives, to wear
This paltry age’s gaudy livery,
To let each base hand filch my treasury,
To mesh my soul within a woman’s hair,
And be mere Fortune’s lackeyed groom,—I swear
I love it not! these things are less to me
Than the thin foam that frets upon the sea,
Less than the thistle-down of summer air
Which hath no seed: better to stand aloof
Far from these slanderous fools who mock my life
Knowing me not, better the lowliest roof
Fit for the meanest hind to sojourn in,
Than to go back to that hoarse cave of strife
Where my white soul first kissed the mouth of sin.
By Oscar Wilde
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Posted on December 18th, 2007 by admin
THE wild bee reels from bough to bough
With his furry coat and his gauzy wing.
Now in a lily-cup, and now
Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,
In his wandering;
Sit closer love: it was here I trow
I made that vow,
Swore that two lives should be like one
As long as the sea-gull loved the sea,
As long as the sunflower sought the sun,
It shall be, I said, for eternity
’Twixt you and me!
Dear friend, those times are over and done,
Love’s web is spun.
Look upward where the poplar trees
Sway and sway in the summer air,
Here in the valley never a breeze
Scatters the thistledown, but there
Great winds blow fair
From the mighty murmuring mystical seas,
And the wave-lashed leas.
Look upward where the white gull screams,
What does it see that we do not see?
Is that a star? or the lamp that gleams
On some outward voyaging argosy,—
Ah! can it be
We have lived our lives in a land of dreams!
How sad it seems.
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Posted on October 7th, 2007 by admin
If thou must love me, let it be for naught
Except for love’s sake only. Do not say
“I love her for her smile…her look…her way of speaking gently—
For a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day.”
For these things in themselves, beloved, may be changed, or changed
for thee-and love so wrought may be unwrought so.
Neither love me for thine own dear pity’s wiping my cheeks dry—
A creature might forget to weep, who bore their comfort long,
and lose their love thereby.
But love me for love’s sake, that evermore thou mayst love on,
Through love’s eternity.
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Posted on October 7th, 2007 by admin
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee:
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee, give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay,
Thy heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persevere
Then when we live no more, we may live ever.
by Anne Bradstreet
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Posted on October 4th, 2007 by admin
I dream of Genie, the magic of my life,
with an aura of angel, and so shiny eyes !!!
For a wish, I just rub my Heart,
She come in front, and I just start,
“Oh! Sweet Genie; theirs one thing I demand”
“Ask me a wish, and it would be my command”
“Excuse me” Genie says, “That Job was mine”
“You gave me your heart, a place so devine”
“Just make a wish! The pleasure is all mine!!!”
I say “You are a miracle, my dream come true”
“Since you love me & I love you”,
“You are the only wish of my life”
“just tell me, would you be my wife??”
By Anurag Aggarwal
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