The Nature Of Love. (From The Italian)
To noble heart Love doth for shelter fly,
As seeks the bird the forest's leafy shade;
Love was not felt till noble heart beat high,
Nor before love the noble heart was made.
Soon as the sun's broad flame
Was formed, so soon the clear light filled the air;
Yet was not till he came:
So love springs up in noble breasts, and there
Has its appointed space,
As heat in the bright flames finds its allotted place.
Kindles in noble heart the fire of love,
As hidden virtue in the precious stone:
This virtue comes not from the stars above,
Till round it the ennobling sun has shone;
But when his powerful blaze
Has drawn forth what was vile, the stars impart
Strange virtue in their rays;
And thus when Nature doth create the heart
Noble and pure and high,
Like virtue from the star, love comes from woman's eye.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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A Selfish Lover
My love doth not love but love it feels
Inside my heart which is deaf and mute.
I cannot love thee but my soul peals
The song of love into sweet fruit.
Love is the virtue, I selfishly hoard
A vice to entrap mine only good.
In the miser in me, my fruit I store
And eat for myself as love should.
But my heart doth not hear
And my heart doth not speak
The rich love my soul endear
Or the love thine heart seek?
For I do love one, but only me
If thou call that love or being miserly?
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Never did I ever
Never did i ever,
Imagine myself in arms,
Arms of a noble woman,
Noble woman of virtue,
Virtue with courtesy and modesty,
So tender is your touch,
So sweet is your presence
Never did i ever,
Thought life could be like this,
This, happy and galdness,
Gladness echoed by your breath,
Your breath enriched with care,
You are the pride of my eyes,
The embodiment of beauty
Never did i ever,
Imagine my lips reaching yours,
Never did i ever,
Imagine someone meeting somebody,
Never did i ever,
Imagine us,
Together forever
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Brave Schill! By Death Delivered
BRAVE Schill! by death delivered, take thy flight
From Prussia's timid region. Go, and rest
With heroes, 'mid the islands of the Blest,
Or in the fields of empyrean light.
A meteor wert thou crossing a dark night:
Yet shall thy name, conspicuous and sublime,
Stand in the spacious firmament of time,
Fixed as a star: such glory is thy right.
Alas! it may not be: for earthly fame
Is Fortune's frail dependant; yet there lives
A Judge, who, as man claims by merit, gives;
To whose all-pondering mind a noble aim,
Faithfully kept, is as a noble deed;
In whose pure sight all virtue doth succeed.
poem by William Wordsworth
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I Hadnt Anyone Till You
Ray noble
I hadnt anyone till you
I was a lonely one till you
I used to lie awake and wonder if there could be,
A someone in the wide world just made for me
Now I see I had to save my love for you
I never gave my love till you
And thru my lonely heart demanding it
Cupid took a hand in it
I hadnt anyone till you.
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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In Dreams En Route To Stars
In Dreams En Route To Stars
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Let Your Dreams Fuel The Stars
To Light The Night To Peace.
The Peace That Comes With Heart
Of Mind En Route To Dreams.
When Dreamt Thereof A Night
To Comfort A Mind To Rest
When Rest Thereof A Life
In Peace Of Mind To Heart
As Hearts Coalesce As One
When Two Of Hearts To Love
A Peace Sought To Love
An Innocence Felt In Heart
In Heart Of My Virtue.
Of Virtue Divined Of Love
In Peace As Two Unite When One
Fore There To Be A Peace
To Rest The Mind For Love
In Dreams En Route To Stars
When Heart Of Virtue Dreams Of Girl
Seen As Whole Image Of You
poem by Ricardo Antunes
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Sonnet 52: A Strife Is Grown
A strife is grown between Virtue and Love,
While each pretends that Stella must be his:
Her eyes, her lips, her all, saith Love, do this
Since they do wear his badge, most firmly prove.
But Virtue thus that title doth disprove:
That Stella (oh dear name) that Stella is
That virtuous soul, sure heir of heav'nly bliss,
Not this fair outside, which our hearts doth move;
And therefore, though her beauty and her grace
Be Love's indeed, in Stella's self he may
By no pretense claim any manner place.
Well, Love, since this demur our suit will stay,
Let Virtue have that Stella's self; yet thus
That Virtue but that body grant to us.
poem by Philip Sidney
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Noble life demands a noble architecture for noble uses of noble men. Lack of culture means what it has always meant: ignoble civilization and therefore imminent downfall.
quote by Frank Lloyd Wright
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Noble life demands a noble architecture for noble uses of noble men. Lack of culture means what it has always meant ignoble civilization and therefore imminent downfall.
quote by Frank Lloyd Wright
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Song: Eternity of Love Protested
How ill doth he deserve a lover's name,
Whose pale weak flame
Cannot retain
His heat, in spite of absence or disdain;
But doth at once, like paper set on fire,
Burn and expire;
True love can never change his seat,
Nor did her ever love, that could retreat.
That noble flame which my breast keeps alive
Shall still survive
When my soul's fled;
Nor shall my love die when my body's dead,
That shall wait on me to the lower shade,
And never fade;
My very ashes in their urn
Shall, like a hallow'd lamp, forever burn.
poem by Thomas Carew
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Noble Surfer
Noble (aint joshin)
Surfer (aint joshin)
Hes the number one man (hes movin)
The surfers call him noble
And thats just what he is
Hes dedicated to the mighty sea
Surfin night and day
Never twice in one spot
Hes somethin you and I would like to be
Noble (aint joshin)
Surfer (aint joshin)
Hes the number one man (hes movin)
Noble (hes movin)
Noble (aint joshin)
Surfer (aint joshin)
Hes the number one man (hes movin)
Hes not afraid of body whop
From ten feet or more
He never backs away from a swell
Hurachis on his feet
Bushy hair on his head
And where hes going hed never tell
Noble (aint joshin)
Surfer (aint joshin)
Hes the number one man (hes movin)
Noble (hes movin)
Noble (aint joshin)
Surfer (aint joshin)
Hes the number one man (hes movin)
Noble (aint joshin)
Surfer (aint joshin)
Hes the number one man (hes movin)
Noble (hes movin)
Noble (aint joshin)
Surfer (aint joshin)
Hes the number one man (hes movin)
A surfin cassanova
With his customized board
A woody and his dirty white jeans
He takes his choice of honeys
Up and down the coast
The finest surfer yet to make the scene
Noble (aint joshin)
Surfer (aint joshin)
Hes the number one man (hes movin)
Noble (hes movin)
Noble (aint joshin)
Surfer (aint joshin)
Hes the number one man (hes movin)
Noble (hes movin)
Noble (aint joshin)
Surfer (aint joshin)
Hes the number one man (hes movin)
Noble (hes movin)
Noble (aint joshin)
song performed by by Beach Boys
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My Body and Soul
Love is the greatest feeling,
Love is like a play,
Love is what I feel for you,
Each and every day,
Love is like a smile,
Love is like a song,
Love is a great emotion,
That keeps us going strong,
I love you with my heart,
My body and my soul,
I love the way I keep loving,
Like a love I can't control,
So remember when your eyes meet mine,
I love you with all my heart,
And I have poured my entire soul into you,
Right from the very start
poem by Heather Noble
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Lola Aurelia's Love
(An old woman did a cute, romantic and noble act of finding her missing husband. And people who were moved, helped till she found him.)
She sits on a busy street the whole afternoon
As her mind floats with worries just like a balloon
With a paper on her back where everyone can read
That her husband is missing and she is so worried
People saw people read and they’re willing to find
The missing old man a very dear husband
How noble is her act of not ever giving up
Till she holds her loved-one she will never stop
Good people happy hearts cheered up when she ran
To happily meet her husband whose been gone
United finally after being apart
From today and onwards they will never depart
Till old age till grey hairs still they do care
Their love and affection no doubt that they share
With their love this I say we became so inspired
In our hearts we do wish a love of that kind.
poem by Naida Supnet
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Light And Warmth
In cheerful faith that fears no ill
The good man doth the world begin;
And dreams that all without shall still
Reflect the trusting soul within.
Warm with the noble vows of youth,
Hallowing his true arm to the truth;
Yet is the littleness of all
So soon to sad experience shown,
That crowds but teach him to recall
And centre thought on self alone;
Till love, no more, emotion knows,
And the heart freezes to repose.
Alas! though truth may light bestow,
Not always warmth the beams impart,
Blest he who gains the boon to know,
Nor buys the knowledge with the heart.
For warmth and light a blessing both to be,
Feel as the enthusiast--as the world-wise see.
poem by Friedrich Schiller
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Education Gives Luster to Motherland
Wise education, vital breath
Inspires an enchanting virtue;
She puts the Country in the lofty seat
Of endless glory, of dazzling glow,
And just as the gentle aura's puff
Do brighten the perfumed flower's hue:
So education with a wise, guiding hand,
A benefactress, exalts the human band.
Man's placid repose and earthly life
To education he dedicates
Because of her, art and science are born
Man; and as from the high mount above
The pure rivulet flows, undulates,
So education beyond measure
Gives the Country tranquility secure.
Where wise education raises a throne
Sprightly youth are invigorated,
Who with firm stand error they subdue
And with noble ideas are exalted;
It breaks immortality's neck,
Contemptible crime before it is halted:
It humbles barbarous nations
And it makes of savages champions.
And like the spring that nourishes
The plants, the bushes of the meads,
She goes on spilling her placid wealth,
And with kind eagerness she constantly feeds,
The river banks through which she slips,
And to beautiful nature all she concedes,
So whoever procures education wise
Until the height of honor may rise.
From her lips the waters crystalline
Gush forth without end, of divine virtue,
And prudent doctrines of her faith
The forces weak of evil subdue,
That break apart like the whitish waves
That lash upon the motionless shoreline:
And to climb the heavenly ways the people
Do learn with her noble example.
In the wretched human beings' breast
The living flame of good she lights
The hands of criminal fierce she ties,
And fill the faithful hearts with delights,
Which seeks her secrets beneficent
And in the love for the good her breast she incites,
And it's th' education noble and pure
Of human life the balsam sure.
And like a rock that rises with pride
In the middle of the turbulent waves
When hurricane and fierce Notus roar
She disregards their fury and raves,
That weary of the horror great
So frightened calmly off they stave;
Such is one by wise education steered
He holds the Country's reins unconquered.
His achievements on sapphires are engraved;
The Country pays him a thousand honors;
For in the noble breasts of her sons
Virtue transplanted luxuriant flow'rs;
And in the love of good e'er disposed
Will see the lords and governors
The noble people with loyal venture
Christian education always procure.
And like the golden sun of the morn
Whose rays resplendent shedding gold,
And like fair aurora of gold and red
She overspreads her colors bold;
Such true education proudly gives
The pleasure of virtue to young and old
And she enlightens out Motherland dear
As she offers endless glow and luster.
poem by Jose Rizal
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Lucifer (in answer to N. P. van Wyk Louw)
Thus he rebelled without anyone stopping him,
wanted to put up his throne above, at times
equal to that of the almighty Creator
and approached others for this goal,
felt at times that his jealousy was noble
where he stood at the edge of the precipice
and thunder flashed ominous around him.
He dragged a third of once holy ones along
to all at once squander their lives,
joy, virtue and nobility
and along with them
later missed the glory, peace and love
of the heavens and knew
that he (the flaming son of the morning)
is trivial to the Most High (who is always honourable)
could not even stand in His shade
and through stars, he had torn, through the heavens
to declare war, as in his heart he wanted to win
as if insanity was eating through every reason and sensibility
and had destroyed his nobility.
When he stood alone in front of Michael and thunderbolts,
suns and comets was thrown at him
at supreme command, he new pain and misery
was banned from heaven, with all of his rebellious team
was crackled down in flames
and in his heart he had to admit that it was just,
that he could not give life to anything
and could not comprehend or have love anymore,
as might, his splendour,
his own power had overwhelm him
and then he could still fall on his knees and beg for mercy
but he was far too proud for it
and he wanted to take revenge on the Almighty One
where he cunningly deceived man
and got some more victims for his own punishment
but for man God himself came to pay the price,
Lucifer was convinced that death on the cross
was the end of God, as God had become man,
in his heart Lucifer thought that he had won
and when God rose staying available for man
Lucifer could still not comprehend or explain love
or what it is to as God have the power to life.
[Reference: Lucifer by N.P. van Wyk Louw.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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For The Love Of A Woman
No one could say
How she caught my eyes
To this day,
I dont know why
Oh well her eyes
So much like diamonds,
And her heart
So much like gold
I knew that id
Win her in time,
When I felt her heart
Beat close to mine
And once in her arms,
Then I knew anything I would do,
Just for the love of a woman,
Just for the love of a woman
I prayed that Id never have to walk alone
Id have a love of my own
I thank my stars,
I found an angel
Never again
Will I walk alone
She brought a light
Into my heart,
Like the brightest star,
Thats ever shone
Money and gold
To a king,
When youre alone,
Dont mean a thing
And once in her arms
Then I know anything I would do,
Just for the love of a woman,
Just for the love of a woman,
I prayed that Id never have to walk alone.
Now I have a love of my own
I could paint a masterpiece,
I could walk through fire
I could shout it from the roof,
From the smallest flame to a fire this love has grown,
Just for the love of a woman,
Money and gold mean nothing
Never again will I have to walk alone,
Now I have a love of my own
Love of my own, love of my own
I cant face this world all alone
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Who Won? story poem
Although you see me as brute.
You will in time learn to love me.
This vow I take is absolute
I swear by all the gods that be.
My captive: you have captured me.
A woman of a noble race
you look at me contemptuously.
I see no fear upon your face.
Such courage I must bow before.
Your pride still makes you stand erect,
although a prisoner of war.
I hold you in highest respect.
I will treat you courteously.
though I will never let you go.
I hope that one day you will see
me as a friend not as a foe.
The lady learned that she could trust
his given word he would not break.
An honest man not ruled by lust
he wanted but he would not take.
what she was not prepared to give
and so he waited patiently.
The maid was young and so alive
that she considered carefully.
What alternatives she had.
To marry him and reign as queen
this prospect did not seem too bad
and just forget what might have been.
To take him as her chosen mate
transfer her love and loyalty.
It seemed to her decreed by fate.
She was where she was meant to be.
He was a man of noble blood
who by his actions tried to prove
his love for her as best he could.
She found it in her heart to love.
This man who’d been her enemy
but then had showed he was a friend.
Declared his love quite openly,
his hope she’d love him in the end.
Was this pure practicality
or had he really won her heart.
A question which still bothers me
Can love and life be things apart?
26-Jun-07
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Broken Chains
The light of love, found a place
On the brook, flowers, and trees
Now it burns inside my heart
The hope of things, I now can be
The light of love abides within
My heart now tender and mild
Like flowers that bloom, it grows
My eyes, and face now can smile
Today no more unseen purposes
By love's rare light, I feel
My friends, family, it's my pure heart
To you, thanks, I've been healed
Today I stand, strong, noble, and free
Because of your love
My heart is now like, that strong great oak tree
Because of you, the past is gone, I'm free
I'm free
The chains of abuse, are broken, I'm finally free
poem by Clyde Bryson
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There Is a Lady Sweet and Kind
There is a lady sweet and kind,
Was never face so pleas'd my mind;
I did but see her passing by,
And yet I love her till I die.
Her gesture, motion, and her smiles,
Her wit, her voice, my heart beguiles,
Beguiles my heart, I know not why,
And yet I love her till I die.
Her free behaviour, winning looks,
Will make a lawyer burn his books;
I touch'd her not, alas! not I,
And yet I love her till I die.
Had I her fast betwixt mine arms,
Judge you that think such sports were harms,
Were't any harm? no, no, fie, fie,
For I will love her till I die.
Should I remain confined there
So long as Ph{oe}bus in his sphere,
I to request, she to deny,
Yet would I love her till I die.
Cupid is winged and doth range,
Her country so my love doth change:
But change she earth, or change she sky,
Yet will I love her till I die.
poem by Thomas Ford
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Be noble and able
Be able, being noble.
You can do something.
Be noble, being able.
You can do good things.
An able but not a noble
And a noble but not an able,
Are both unwanted elements,
Just like a soul-less body
Or a body-less soul.
13.07.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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