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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392026" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Lady The Tyranness</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Me since your fair ambition bows<br>Feodary to those gracious brows,<br>Is nothing mine will not confess<br>Your sovran sweet rapaciousness?<br>Though use to the white yoke inures,<br>Half-petulant is<br>Your loving rebel for somewhat his,<br>Not yours, my love, not yours!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold my skies, which make with me<br>One passionate tranquillity!<br>Wrap thyself in them as a robe,<br>She shares them not; their azures probe,<br>No countering wings thy flight endures.<br>Nay, they do stole<br>Me like an aura of her soul.<br>I yield them, love, for yours!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But mine these hills and fields, which put<br>Not on the sanctity of her foot.<br>Far off, my dear, far off the sweet<br>Grave pianissimo of your feet!<br>My earth, perchance, your sway abjures?--<br>Your absence broods<br>O'er all, a subtler presence. Woods,<br>Fields, hills, all yours, all yours!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay then, I said, I have my thought,<br>Which never woman's reaching raught;<br>Being strong beyond a woman's might,<br>And high beyond a woman's height,<br>Shaped to my shape in all contours.--<br>I looked, and knew<br>No thought but you were garden to.<br>All yours, my love, all yours!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Meseemeth still, I have my life;<br>All-clement Her its resolute strife<br>Evades; contained, relinquishing<br>Her mitigating eyes; a thing<br>Which the whole girth of God secures.<br>Ah, fool, pause! pause!<br>I had no life, until it was<br>All yours, my love, all yours!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, stern possession! I have my death,<br>Sole yielding up of my sole breath;<br>Which all within myself I die,<br>All in myself must cry the cry<br>Which the deaf body's wall immures.--<br>Thought fashioneth<br>My death without her.--Ah, even death<br>All yours, my love, all yours!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Death, then, he hers. I have my heaven,<br>For which no arm of hers has striven;<br>Which solitary I must choose,<br>And solitary win or lose.--<br>Ah, but not heaven my own endures!<br>I must perforce<br>Taste you, my stream, in God your source,--<br>So steep my heaven in yours.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At last I said--I have my God,<br>Who doth desire me, though a clod,<br>And from His liberal Heaven shall He<br>Bar in mine arms His privacy.<br>Himself for mine Himself assures.--<br>None shall deny<br>God to be mine, but He and I<br>All yours, my love, all yours!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have no fear at all lest I<br>Without her draw felicity.<br>God for His Heaven will not forego<br>Her whom I found such heaven below,<br>And she will train Him to her lures.<br>Nought, lady, I love<br>In you but more is loved above;<br>What made me, makes Him yours.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I, thy sought own, am I forgot?'<br>Ha, thou?--thou liest, I seek thee not.<br>Why what, thou painted parrot, Fame,<br>What have I taught thee but her name?<br>Hear, thou slave Fame, while Time endures,<br>I give her thee;<br>Page her triumphal name!--Lady,<br>Take her, the thrall is yours.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+Thompson">Francis Thompson</a><div class=q>
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Feodary to those gracious brows,
Is nothing mine will not confess
Your sovran sweet rapaciousness?
Though use to the white yoke inures,
Half-petulant is
Your loving rebel for somewhat his,
Not yours, my love, not y..."></div>
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