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Love and Friendship
by Emily Jane BrontëLove is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree —
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most contantly?
The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who wil call the wild-briar fair?
Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly’s sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He may still leave thy garland green.
Romance
by Edgar Allan PoeRomance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been- a most familiar bird-
Taught me my alphabet to say-
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child- with a most knowing eye.Of late, eternal Condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky.
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings-
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away- forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.I Have Loved, Let Us See If That’s All
BY
E. E. Cummingsi have loved, let us see if that’s all.
Bit into you as teeth, in the stone
of a musical fruit. My lips pleasantly groan
on your taste. Jumped the quick wallof your smile into stupid gardens
if this were not enough (not really enough
pulled one before one the vague toughexquisite flowers, whom hardens
richly, darkness. On the whole
possibly have i loved….you)
sheath before sheathstripped to the Odour. (and here’s what WhoEver will know
Had you as bite teeth;
i stood with you as a foalstands but as the trees, lay, which grow
I Arise From Dreams Of Thee
I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright
I arise from dreams of thee,
And a spirit in my feet
Has led me — who knows how? —
To thy chamber-window, sweet!The wandering airs they faint
On the dark, the silent stream, —
The champak odors fall
Like sweet thoughts in a dream,
The nightingale’s complaint,
It dies upon her heart,
As I must die on thine,
O, beloved as thou art!O, lift me from the grass!
I die, I faint, I fall!
Let thy love in kisses rain
On my lips and eyelids pale,
My cheek is cold and white, alas!
My Heart beats loud and fast
Oh! press it close to thine again,
Where it will break at last!Love Sonnet 55
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone, besmear’d with sluttish time.
When wasteful war shall statues overturn,
And broils root out the work of masonry,
Nor Mars his sword nor war’s quick fire shall burn
The living record of your memory.
‘Gainst death and all oblivious enmity
Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room,
Even in the eyes of all posterity
That wear this world out to the ending doom.
So, till the judgment that yourself arise,
You live in this, and dwell in lovers’ eyes.Beautiful….. :)
Love’s Philosophy
by Percy Bysshe ShelleyThe 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 another’s being mingle—
Why not I with thine?See the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdain’d 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?
Could this man really have been only twenty-five when he died? When is it that we grow-up in this way? I have hope that there is no blue-print from one life to another, but rather just imprint.
WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,
Before high piled books, in charact’ry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripen’d grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love!–then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.John Keats
A PATHWAY OF DREAMS
In dreams, I walk with you amongst the Stars
The Milky Way this pathway that we stride
And all the wealth of Worlds, built over years
Are naught besides this jewel at my side
In dreams, I talk to you of Lovers things
The noise of space, an Ether Drift Divine
The tune of love played out on Saturn’s Rings
Mere background to your sweet, sweet voice sublime
In dreams, I taste your presence in the air
Breathe in Galactic fragrance so divine
To fill my lungs and heart and mind full fayre
With you, my love, a heady, heady wine
In dreams, we touch and bodies meet, in Passion’s glory race
The meld of Love embraced in fyre, a Star-like form assumes
Joins with Lovers, stretches whole, to universe embrace
A Magic Hall, of all that is, till Time himself resumes
In dreams, I am reluctant to return
A frosty world in no way can compete
But lest I lay and dream my life away
A worldly path to you I must complete
Unlicensed Love
On a summer’s day long, long ago
I fell in love and I’ll never know
Just what it was that made me feel
So drawn to her, what the appeal
That set my pulses so to race
When e’er I gazed upon that face
Of one who was scarce but a child
Yet even then could drive me wild
I’ll never know the how’s and why’s
I lost my heart to Hazel Eyes
But when I got that long sought kiss
I knew I’d found my Perfect Miss
My elfin girl from down the lane
And I’ll never let her go againFor how could I describe our love?
Romantic love, all hearts and flowers
No way to count the days and hours
Spent in self-indulgent wishes
And thoughts of long awaited kisses
Of sweet embraces, tender sighs
And gazing into love filled eyes
Oh yes, it is that kind of loveOr, is it yet the love of passion
The ecstasy that knows no ration
That shuddering nerve-tingling feeling
The climax with your senses reeling
The wondrous joy when you discover
That sweet surrender to your lover
Oh yes, it’s that kind of love too.Or even yet a love that grows
One that cares and one that knows
That sees beyond the outer skin
Into the person deep within
That loves the spirit and the soul
The inner self that makes the whole
Built on trust and empathy
A love you know was meant to beThe love we share is all these things
A love that has no need of rings
A love you never need to doubt
A love I cannot live without
A love to last us all our days
A love I’ll share with you always– Jim Sharman –
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