O Mistress Mine
William Shakespeare
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.
What is love? 'Tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies not plenty;
Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
Shakesphere practicaly invented love!
So sickly sweet, but true that we can't experience when we die, even likely not in our next life if there is one. To encourage love yes, but not to kiss, sweet and twenty. Is love that bitchen. I know he's onto something, but this poems blows truth way out of proportion, in it you really hear the sounds of a desperate overly creative mind yearning for sex most likely. Love when properly done is not done by massive kissing. That flame burns bright for a time and leaves broken hearts for no good reason. Lovers are first and foremost similiar people who are brought together because they share something which is hard to explain in common. Possibly similiar brain wave patterns. Save the kissy stuff, flirt a bit and then just head to bed and call off the candles and the opera of madness.
In Shakepheres time people had nothing better to do then fall madly in love in their make believe love world. Socialy it was a very lively scene and even men and men could get fairly close and emotions could find passion and excitement. Yes I would have done the same if I lived back then. But today the world is a stressful place for most and getting through the day is hard enough. We have to be a bit more practical in the art of love.
Annabel Lee - a poem by Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
This reminds me of my true love Sybel whom I feel I touched souls with, who's eyes were the greatest magic I had ever seen and though I had to let her go for she was a wandering type. I never felt more lucky to be alive and still today her memory is of romantic perfection where I could glide away for days, for the rest of my life knowing that no soul had ever likely been so close to anothers.
William Shakespeare
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.
What is love? 'Tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies not plenty;
Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
Shakesphere practicaly invented love!
So sickly sweet, but true that we can't experience when we die, even likely not in our next life if there is one. To encourage love yes, but not to kiss, sweet and twenty. Is love that bitchen. I know he's onto something, but this poems blows truth way out of proportion, in it you really hear the sounds of a desperate overly creative mind yearning for sex most likely. Love when properly done is not done by massive kissing. That flame burns bright for a time and leaves broken hearts for no good reason. Lovers are first and foremost similiar people who are brought together because they share something which is hard to explain in common. Possibly similiar brain wave patterns. Save the kissy stuff, flirt a bit and then just head to bed and call off the candles and the opera of madness.
In Shakepheres time people had nothing better to do then fall madly in love in their make believe love world. Socialy it was a very lively scene and even men and men could get fairly close and emotions could find passion and excitement. Yes I would have done the same if I lived back then. But today the world is a stressful place for most and getting through the day is hard enough. We have to be a bit more practical in the art of love.
Annabel Lee - a poem by Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
This reminds me of my true love Sybel whom I feel I touched souls with, who's eyes were the greatest magic I had ever seen and though I had to let her go for she was a wandering type. I never felt more lucky to be alive and still today her memory is of romantic perfection where I could glide away for days, for the rest of my life knowing that no soul had ever likely been so close to anothers.
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