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A little disdain is not amiss; a little scorn is alluring.

quote by William Congreve
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Sonnet 47: What, Have I thus Betray'd

What, have I thus betray'd my liberty?
Can those black beams such burning marks engrave In my free side? or am I born a slave,
Whose neck becomes such yoke of tyranny?

Or want I sense to feel my misery?
Or sprite, disdain of such disdain to have,
Who for long faith, though daily help I crave,
May get no alms but scorn of beggery?

Virtue awake, beauty but beauty is;
I may, I must, I can, I will, I do
Leave following that, which it is gain to miss.

Let her go! Soft, but here she comes. Go to,
Unkind, I love you not. Oh me, that eye
Doth make my heart give to my tongue the lie.

poem by Philip Sidney
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Who begins amiss ends amiss.

German proverbs
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Once we were happy

Once we were happy, I
Loving and beloved,
You loved and loving, sweetly moved.
Then you became the enemy
Of love, and I to disdain
Found youthful passion change.
Disdain demands I speak,
Disdain, that in my breast
Keeps the shame of my neglected offering fresh:
And from your laurel
Tears the leaves, now dry, once beautiful.

poem by Torquato Tasso
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Songs Set To Music: 15. Set By Mr. De Fesch

Farewell, Amynta, we must part;
The charm has lost its power
Which held so fast my captived heart
Until this fatal hour.

Hadst thou not thus my love abused,
And used me ne'er so ill,
Thy cruelty I had excused,
And I had loved thee still.

But know, my soul disdain'd thy sway,
And scorns thy charms and thee,
To which each fluttering coxcomb may
As welcome be as me.

Think in what perfect bliss you reign'd,
How loved before thy fall,
And now, alas! how much disdain'd
By me, and scorn'd by all.

Yet thinking of each happy hour,
Which I with thee have spent,
So robs my rage of all its power,
That I almost relent.

But pride will never let me bow;
No more thy charms can move;
Yet thou art worth my pity now,
Because thou hadst my love.

poem by Matthew Prior
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I approach and I withdraw

(Español)
Me acerco y me retiro:
¿quién sino yo hallar puedo
a la ausencia en los ojos
la presencia en lo lejos?

Del desprecio de Filis,
infelice, me ausento.
¡Ay de aquel en quien es
aun pérdida el desprecio!

Tan atento la adoro
que, en el mal que padezco,
no siento sus rigores
tanto como el perderlos.

No pierdo, al partir, sólo
los bienes que poseo,
si en Filis, que no es mía,
pierdo lo que no pierdo.

¡Ay de quien un desdén
lograba tan atento,
que por no ser dolor
no se atrevió a ser premio!

Pues viendo, en mi destino,
preciso mi destierro,
me desdeñaba más
porque perdiera menos.

¡Ay! ¿Quién te enseño, Filis,
tan primoroso medio:
vedar a los desdenes
el traje del afecto?

A vivir ignorado
de tus luces, me ausento
donde ni aun mi mal sirva
a tu desdén de obsequio.

(English)
I approach, and I withdraw:
who but I could find
absence in the eyes,
presence in what's far?

From the scorn of Phyllis,
now, alas, I must depart.
One is indeed unhappy
who misses even scorn!

So caring is my love
that my present distress
minds hard-heartedness less
than the thought of its loss.

Leaving, I lose more
than what is merely mine:
in Phyllis, never mine,
I lose what can't be lost.

Oh, pity the poor person
who aroused such kind disdain
that to avoid giving pain,
it would grant no favor!

For, seeing in my future
obligatory exile,
she disdained me the more,
that the loss might be less.

Oh, where did you discover
so neat a tactic, Phyllis:
denying to disdain
the garb of affection?

To live unobserved
by your eyes, I now go
where never pain of mine
need flatter your disdain.

poem by Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz
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The Unanswered Question

What happens to those
who are always tired?
and those of them
who are never inspired?
They fall through the cracks
of the kleptomaniacs
who've taken from them
since hell was born,
stolen from them
with unmitigated scorn.
These are the multitudes
born here to cope
with life's unfairness
and its disdain,
excepting their fate
that does remain
a mystery to them.
And so they wait
for the miracle of death
to set them free.
And give them an answer
so they can see
why life is not
what it was meant to be.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Kiasu, what a hindrance

something is amiss
something is amiss
it is a piece of his brain

this kiasu society
is a hindrance to
growth of the most important kind
and steals the peace a little

he says what is not
from his heart
but where the masses run
not that they are wrong
but he is ignoring the light
the voice that is the
essence of the man

(kiasu - a malaysian word
about people who always
fear losing to the extent
that they follow the masses.)

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Mediocrity in Love Rejected

Give me more love or more disdain;
The torrid, or the frozen zone,
Bring equal ease unto my pain;
The temperate affords me none;
Either extreme, of love, or hate,
Is sweeter than a calm estate.

Give me a storm; if it be love,
Like Danae in that golden show'r
I swim in pleasure; if it prove
Disdain, that torrent will devour
My vulture-hopes; and he's possess'd
Of heaven, that's but from hell releas'd.

Then crown my joys, or cure my pain;
Give me more love, or more disdain.

poem by Thomas Carew
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Song: Mediocrity in Love Rejected

Give me more love, or more disdain;
The torrid or the frozen zone
Bring equal ease unto my pain,
The temperate affords me none;
Either extreme, of love or hate,
Is sweeter than a calm estate.

Give me a storm; if it be love,
Like Danae in that golden shower,
I swim in pleasure; if it prove
Disdain, that torrent will devour
My vulture hopes; and he's possessed
Of heaven, that's but from hell released.
Then crown my joys, or cure my pain;
Give me more love, or more disdain.

poem by Thomas Carew
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Song. Mediocrity in love rejected.

GIVE me more love or more disdain ;
The torrid or the frozen zone
Bring equal ease unto my pain,
The temperate affords me none :
Either extreme of love or hate,
Is sweeter than a calm estate.

Give me a storm ; if it be love,
Like Danaë in that golden shower,
I swim in pleasure ; if it prove
Disdain, that torrent will devour
My vulture-hopes ; and he's possess'd
Of heaven, that's but from hell released.
Then crown my joys or cure my pain :
Give me more love or more disdain.

poem by Thomas Carew
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A2 Sxe

Opiates heroin cocaine pot booze running unchecked
Laughing as they ruin lives
Running like madmen stealing killing obliterating
Marauders defacing town
It sickens me
I won't take it any more
It sickens me
A debauched society shows disdain to only me
Feel the scorn radiating from my eyes
It ends today
It stops tonight
I'm bringing sxe back

poem by Patrick Tincher
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Elena (Twice Raped)

Born 1830 'Elena De Magdalena' in Mexico
Was kidnapped by Comanches at age nine or ten
At 13 she married a war chief named Ebi Pui
She was seen by Comanchero traders now n' then

At age 18 Elena was rescued by Mexican soldiers
Who had surprised her captors one early morn
She was taken back to her Mexican family
Where she was met with disdain n' with scorn

'Why did you not fight them or kill yourself'
Elena's grandfather said in a loud cry

She answered;

'Grandfather sometimes it takes,
More courage to live than to die'

ROTMS

poem by Ray Lucero
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My Soul—accused me—And I quailed

753

My Soul—accused me—And I quailed—
As Tongue of Diamond had reviled
All else accused me—and I smiled—
My Soul—that Morning—was My friend—

Her favor—is the best Disdain
Toward Artifice of Time—or Men—
But Her Disdain—'twere lighter bear
A finger of Enamelled Fire—

poem by Emily Dickinson
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The sea and the solitary soul

Quiet, near the sea
But miles away from the crowd
Stands the solitary figure
Whose gaze pierces the depth
The dark sea and the dark night
Appears mysterious and too frightening
But she stands unbaffled and remote

The dark sea echoes within her
Remote and alluring…
Both are calm
But with a tumult inside
She is now closer to the sea
Herself the solitary figure
To be one with the sea
To share the isolation
And the alluring mystery

poem by Bindu Borle
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Grammar of beauty reverses

Wide eyes, wide cheeks,
Thick lips, thick bosom,
Broad hip and plump thy
Of women were alluring then.

Thin eyes, thin cheeks,
Slim limbs, slim breasts,
Slender hip and slender thy
Of women are alluring now.

Man was to lean on her.
Now he is to hold her.
31.12.2000, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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SONNET. VVere thy heart soft as thou art faire

VVere thy heart soft as thou art faire,
Thou wer't a wonder past compare:
But frozen Love and fierce disdain
By their extremes thy graces stain.
Cold coyness quenches the still fires
Which glow in Lovers warm desires;
And scorn, like the quick Lightnings blaze,
Darts death against affections gaze.
O Heavens, what prodigy is this
When Love in Beauty buried is!
Or that dead pity thus should be
Tomb'd in a living cruelty.

poem by Henry King
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Macabre In Breaths

Such forlorn hope
Falls in the red soil
With the crumbs of your
Porcelains, gnawing with
The tautly grinding maw
The disdain and angst
Molding more disdain
In this nihilistic scarcity
Of waters to tread
The filth glistened
In the crimson drought
Like a puked bile
Reminiscent of the shattered
Face of oblivious thrills
The serrated silence
In holding breaths
Underwater,
Under abeyance
A purveyance
For subsistence.

poem by Norman Santos
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Splattered

Pay for [Me] to go
Live to die city grave
Found that life wont pay
With...
What's wrong with your mind
Kill thoughts set Me...
I dont care to go
Just leave Me to die
Face scorn live for dying
Face scorn to be as one
We fall and set for discard
Do what the numbers say
To see the ways and forces
They like to see Me die
... like riches for
Step forth to be my lord
To be my lord
... reach his fall
Set for to be My...
Even need time to spill
...
We found the killing bone
...
Found to expose the waste
Disrespecting future change
Face scorn live for dying
Face scorn to be as one
We fall and set for discard
Do what the numbers say

song performed by by Obituary
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