corarose

[WilliamPitt]

How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love the freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, - I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! – and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnett XL111 , from The Portugese

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And Death Shall Have No Dominion

Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.

Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on the racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.

No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.

- Dylan Thomas

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My Mistress' Eyes are Nothing Like the Sun (Sonnets CXXX)

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go:
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

- William Shakespeare

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DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

- Dylan Thomas

[Rick Myers]

1. Amen!

We love you, corarose!!!

[Fenris]

2. William, you are such a gentleman

Very nice, Will. You are as compassionate as you are brilliant.

[leftist_rebel1569]

3. wow...

that's really sweet of you to do that...

[SOteric]

4. And further...

"She walks in beauty, like the night"

SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow'd to that tender light 5
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face, 10
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, 15
But tell of days in goodness spent,—
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.

George Gordon, Lord Byron

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Aedh tells of the Rose in his Heart



ALL things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,
The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould,
Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.

The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told; 5
I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart,
With the earth and the sky and the water, remade, like a casket of gold
For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.

William Butler Yeats

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One face looks out from all his canvases,
One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans:
We found her hidden just behind those screens,
That mirror gave back all her loveliness.
A queen in opal or in ruby dress,
A nameless girl in freshest summer-greens,
A saint, an angel -- every canvas means
That same one meaning, neither more nor less.
He feeds upon her face by day and night,
And she with true kind eyes looks back on him,
Fair as the moon and joyful as the light:
Not wan with waiting, nor with sorrow dim;
Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright;
Not as she is, but as she fills his dream.

-- Christina Rossetti

[WilliamPitt]

5. Amen

I didn't want to overload on one post. Thanks.

[Sperk]

6. corarose will be crying again tonight, but for a different reason

very gallant :loveya:

[dweller]

7. Yes, what he said.

and a bit more.

Psychoanalysis

How can one tell what Love may be about
In his uncharted waters, where the mines
Entice the summer swimmers as they shout
And fishermen reel in tremendous lines?

The marker buoys bob lightly in slow motion
And near the ports the fish are known by schools-
But not the monsters of the deeper ocean
Or those classified in the rock pools.

With clarity and elegance of style
Cartographers trace maps--til one forgets
That in the teeming sea, mile after mile,
The biggest fish are still outside the nets.

Gavin Ewart


keep your chin up Corarose,

dp

[corarose]

8. Thank you so much.....You got me crying again

Thanks so much you are a nice person. I am lost for words right now and I am high off of pain killers and you don't know how much I appreciate your thread.

Thanks Will!

[WilliamPitt]

9. I didn't mean to make you cry

You fly, baby. You walk tall. Walk tall. Tall.

Hear?

Love you.

[roguevalley]

10. this thread is lovely

i feel like i'm peeking into someone's private moment.
hugs, corarose.

RV

[Prisoner_Number_Six]

11. Now DAT'S what it's all about!

Er, um, I mean, exquisite, old boy. Thank you very much.

;-)

[Kat 333]

12. awww ... you see corarose

Do not forget to give men the credit they deserve. What a perfect example, of that, this is. They see the true beauty in us ... Even when it is difficult for us to do so.

And what a sweet thing for you to do Mr Pitt.