Archives for January 2007
January 31
31 January 2007 | | No Comments
When all the world is young, lad,
And all the trees are green
And every goose a swan, lad,
And every lass a queen;
Then hey for boot and horse, lad,
And ’round the world away
Young blood must have its course, lad,
And every dog his day.
When all the world is old, lad,
And all the trees are brown
And all the […]
January 30
30 January 2007 | | No Comments
Soon, O Ianthe! life is o’er,
And sooner beauty’s heavenly smile:
Grant only (and I ask no more),
Let love remain that little while.
- Walter Savage Landor, Soon, O Ianthe
January 29
29 January 2007 | | No Comments
My love in her attire doth show her wit,
It doth so well become her:
For every season she hath dressings, fit,
For winter, spring, and summer.
No beauty she doth miss,
When all her robes are on:
But Beauty’s self she is,
When all her robes are gone.
- unknown, My Love In Her Attire
January 28
28 January 2007 | | No Comments
I have no life but this,
To lead it here;
Nor any death, but lest
Dispelled from there;
Nor tie to earths to come,
Nor action new,
Except through this extent,
The Realm of You!
- Emily Dickinson, I Have No Life But This
January 27
27 January 2007 | | No Comments
A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness:
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
Into a fine distraction –
An erring lace, which here and there
Enthrals the crimson stomacher –
A cuff neglectful, and thereby
Ribbands to flow confusedly –
A winning wave, deserving note,
In the tempestuous petticoat –
A careless shoe-string, in whose tie
I see a wild civility –
Do […]
January 26
26 January 2007 | | No Comments
Passing stranger! you do not know How longingly I look upon you,You must be he I was seeking, Or she I was seeking (It comes to me as a dream)
I have somewhere surely Lived a life of joy with you,All is recall’d as we flit by each other,Fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, […]
January 25
25 January 2007 | | No Comments
A Red, Red Rose
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 thou art, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I:
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry:
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my […]
January 24
24 January 2007 | | No Comments
Come, fill the cup, and in the fire of spring
Your winter garment of repentance fling.
The bird of time has but a little way
To flutter - and the bird is on the wing.
Omar Khayyam, Come Fill The Cup
January 23
23 January 2007 | | No Comments
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow’d to that tender light
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 […]
January 22
22 January 2007 | | No Comments
Maxwelton’s hills are bonnie
Where early falls the dew
And ’twas there that Annie Laurie
Gived me her promise true.
Gived me her promise true
Which ne’er forgot shall be
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I’d lay me down and die.
Her brow is like the snow drift,
Her throat is like the swan,
Her face, it is the fairest
That e’er the sun shone on.
That […]