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Friday, July 10, 2015. By Orlando Gibbons 1583–1625. The silver swan, who living had no note,. When death approached, unlocked her silent throat;. Leaning her breast against the reedy shore,. Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more:. 8220;Farewell, all joys; Oh death, come close mine eyes;. More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.”. This teetering croquembouche of impudence. This teetering croquembouche of impudence. New Orleans St. Louis cemetery #1, louisiana, United States.
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Friday, July 10, 2015. At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time,. When you set your fancies free,. Will they pass to where—by death, fools think, imprisoned—. Low he lies who once so loved you, whom you loved so,. Oh to love so, be so loved, yet so mistaken! What had I on earth to do. With the slothful, with the mawkish, the unmanly? Like the aimless, helpless, hopeless, did I drivel. One who never turned his back but marched breast forward,. Never doubted clouds would break,.
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Saturday, July 11, 2015. A Slumber did my Spirit Seal. By William Wordsworth 1770–1850. A slumber did my spirit seal;. I had no human fears:. She seemed a thing that could not feel. The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force;. She neither hears nor sees;. Rolled round in earth's diurnal course,. With rocks, and stones, and trees. By William Shakespeare 1564–1616. When daisies pied and violets blue. And lady-smocks all silver-white. And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue. And she was wildly clad:.
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Saturday, July 11, 2015. 8212;——A simple Child,. That lightly draws its breath,. And feels its life in every limb,. What should it know of death? I met a little cottage Girl:. She was eight years old, she said;. Her hair was thick with many a curl. That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air,. And she was wildly clad:. Her eyes were fair, and very fair;. 8212;Her beauty made me glad. 8220;Sisters and brothers, little Maid,. How many may you be? Seven in all,” she said,. Yet ye are seven!
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Friday, July 10, 2015. 8220;I have heard (but not believed) the spirits of the dead. May walk again.”. If spirits walk, Love, when the night climbs slow. The slant footpath where we were wont to go,. Be sure that I shall take the self-same way. To the hill-crest, and shoreward, down the gray,. Sheer, gravelled slope, where vetches straggling grow. Look for me not when gusts of winter blow,. When at thy pane beat hands of sleet and snow;. I would not come thy dear eyes to affray,. View my complete profile.
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Friday, July 10, 2015. But do not let us quarrel any more,. No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once:. Sit down and all shall happen as you wish. You turn your face, but does it bring your heart? I'll work then for your friend's friend, never fear,. Treat his own subject after his own way,. Fix his own time, accept too his own price,. And shut the money into this small hand. When next it takes mine. Will it? Oh, I'll content him,—but to-morrow, Love! I often am much wearier than you think,. A common greyne...
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Saturday, July 11, 2015. By William Shakespeare 1564–1616. When daisies pied and violets blue. And lady-smocks all silver-white. And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue. Do paint the meadows with delight,. The cuckoo then, on every tree,. Mocks married men; for thus sings he,. Cuckoo, cuckoo: Oh word of fear,. Unpleasing to a married ear! When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,. And merry larks are plowmen’s clocks,. When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws,. And maidens bleach their summer smocks,.
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Friday, July 10, 2015. The Echo Elf Answers. How much shall I love her? For life, or not long? 8220;Not long.”. In years, or by June? 8220;By June.”. And whom woo I after? No one, or a throng? 8220;A throng.”. Of these shall I wed one. Long hence, or quite soon? 8220;Quite soon.”. And which will my bride be? The right or the wrong? 8220;The wrong.”. And my remedy – what kind? Wealth-wove, or earth-hewn? 8220;Earth-hewn.”. This teetering croquembouche of impudence. This teetering croquembouche of impudence.
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Friday, July 10, 2015. Dolores (Notre-Dame des Sept Douleurs). By Algernon Charles Swinburne. Cold eyelids that hide like a jewel. Hard eyes that grow soft for an hour;. The heavy white limbs, and the cruel. Red mouth like a venomous flower;. When these are gone by with their glories,. What shall rest of thee then, what remain,. O mystic and sombre Dolores,. Our Lady of Pain? Seven sorrows the priests give their Virgin;. But thy sins, which are seventy times seven,. Seven ages would fail thee to purge in,.
