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Post by Pina on Nov 28, 2003 13:05:04 GMT
Willow,
I love this poem! Thank you for posting.
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Post by WILLOW on Nov 28, 2003 16:20:22 GMT
It is beautiful, isn't it? It reminds one that some things are just meant to be.
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Post by Paulo on Dec 13, 2003 17:01:50 GMT
Willow,
Thank you for posting some beautiful poetry on here! Cheers.
Paulo
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Post by Paulo on Dec 13, 2003 17:02:50 GMT
"If thou must love me, let it be for nought
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 change 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
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity."
(Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonnets from the Portuguese, XIV)
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Post by WILLOW on Dec 15, 2003 17:39:54 GMT
I love poetry very much, Paulo. I am glad you opened this thread. Ah...Sonnets from the Portuguese. Beautiful!   |
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Post by mary on Dec 18, 2003 17:53:23 GMT
A Red, Red Rose
Robert Burns
O my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile!
thanks to the sweet guy who sent me this on a text today.. 
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