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Post by stormcat on Apr 17, 2007 17:29:37 GMT -5
Never give all the heart, for love Will hardly seem worth thinking of To passionate women if it seem Certain, and they never dream That it fades out from kiss to kiss; For everything that's lovely is But a brief, dreamy, kind of delight. O never give the heart outright, For they, for all smooth lips can say, Have given their hearts up to the play. And who would play it well enough If deaf and dumb and blind with love? He that made this known all the costs, For he gave all his heart and lost. >^..^<
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Post by Lady Anastasia on Apr 18, 2007 0:10:27 GMT -5
hmmmm......
'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. ~Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Post by Lady Anastasia on Apr 18, 2007 0:11:13 GMT -5
oh yeah... peas bring more Yeats!
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Post by stormcat on Apr 18, 2007 9:15:24 GMT -5
For my husband, you've been here 25 yrs. stick around for 25 more...When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead, And hid his face among a crowd of stars. W.B. Yeats
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Post by ihrian on Apr 23, 2007 3:40:35 GMT -5
i did this thing on mr yeats for school a few years back. it was called night of the notables, and we each had to be someone notable for the night, we set up stands and stuff and dressed up and had researched our person, so that people could ask us questions and we could answer them as that person. it was fantastic, and i did yeats. i love his work, im dying to get a book of all his works..so i told mum to look for one for my birthday
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Post by ihrian on Apr 23, 2007 3:43:27 GMT -5
'had i the heavens' embroidered cloths, enwrought with golden and silver light, the blue and the dim and the dark cloths of night and light and the half light, i would spread the cloths under your feet. but i, being poor, have only my dreams; i spread my dreams under your feet, tread softly because you tread on my dreams. '
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Post by stormcat on Apr 23, 2007 13:24:51 GMT -5
Glad you like him too. I love the old poets, I guess I'm from another time.>^..^<
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Post by ihrian on Apr 23, 2007 21:07:17 GMT -5
i had never heard of him until i was looking for someone irish to do my thing on i do like him, his poetry is great...but im not really into any other poetry
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Post by wvdonovan on Apr 24, 2007 16:28:24 GMT -5
Once out of nature I shall never take My bodily form from any natural thing, But such a form as Grecian goldsmith make Of hammered gold and gold enamelling To keep a drowsy emperor awake; Or set upon a golden bough to sing To lords and ladies of Byzantium Of what is past, or passing, or to come. (from 'Sailing to Byzantium')
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