A Retir'd Friendship
Come, my Ardelia, to this bowre,
Where kindly mingling Souls a while,
Let's innocently spend an houre,
And at all serious follys smile
Here is no quarrelling for Crowns,
Nor fear of changes in our fate;
No trembling at the Great ones frowns
Nor any slavery of state.
Here's no disguise, nor treachery
Nor any deep conceal'd design;
From blood and plots this place is free,
And calm as are those looks of thine.
Here let us sit and bless our Starres
Who did such happy quiet give,
As that remov'd from noise of warres.
In one another's hearts we live.
We should we entertain a feare?
Love cares not how the world is turn'd.
If crouds of dangers should appeare,
Yet friendship can be unconcern'd.
We weare about us such a charme,
No horrour can be our offence;
For misheif's self can doe no harme
To friendship and to innocence.
Let's mark how soone Apollo's beams
Command the flocks to quit their meat,
And not intreat the neighbour -- streams
To quench their thirst, but coole their heat.
In such a scorching Age as this,
Whoever would not seek a shade
Deserve their happiness to misse,
As having their own peace betray'd.
But we (of one another's mind
Assur'd,) the boistrous world disdain;
With quiet souls, and unconfin'd,
Enjoy what princes wish in vain.
poem by Katherine Philips
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Content, To My Dearest Lucasia
Content, the false World's best disguise,
The search and faction of the Wise,
Is so abstruse and hid in night,
That, like that Fairy Red-cross Knight,
Who trech'rous Falshood for clear Truth had got,
Men think they have it when they have it not.
For Courts Content would gladly own,
But she ne're dwelt about a Throne:
And to be flatter'd, rich, and great,
Are things which do Mens senses cheat.
But grave Experience long since this did see,
Ambition and Content would ne're agree.
Some vainer would Content expect
From what their bright Out-sides reflect:
But sure Content is more Divine
Then to be digg'd from Rock or Mine:
And they that know her beauties will confess,
She needs no lustre from a glittering dress.
In Mirth some place her, but she scorns
Th'assistance of such crackling thorns,
Nor owes her self to such thin sport,
That is so sharp and yet so short:
And Painters tell us, they the same strokes place
To make a laughing and a weeping face.
Others there are that place Content
In Liberty from Government:
But who his Passions do deprave,
Though free from shackles is a slave.
Content and Bondage differ onely then,
When we are chain'd by Vices, not by Men.
Some think the Camp Content does know,
And that she fits o'th' Victor's brow:
But in his Laurel there is seen
Often a Cypress-bow between.
Nor will Content herself in that place give,
Where Noise and Tumult and Destruction live.
But yet the most Discreet believe,
The Schools this Jewel do receive,
And thus far's true without dispute,
Knowledge is still the sweetest fruit.
But whil'st men seek for Truth they lose their Peace;
And who heaps Knowledge, Sorrow doth increase.
But now some sullen Hermite smiles,
And thinks he all the World beguiles,
And that his Cell and Dish contain
What all mankind wish for in vain.
But yet his Pleasure's follow'd with a Groan,
For man was never born to be alone.
Content her self best comprehends
Betwixt two souls, and they two friends,
Whose either joyes in both are fixed,
And multiply'd by being mixed:
Whose minds and interests are still the same;
Their Griefs, when once imparted, lose their name.
These far remov'd from all bold noise,
And (what is worse) all hollow joyes,
Who never had a mean design,
Whose flame is serious and divine,
And calm, and even, must contented be,
For they've both Union and Society.
Then, my Lucasia, we have
Whatever Love can give or crave;
With scorn or pity can survey
The Trifles which the most betray;
With innocence and perfect friendship fired,
By Vertue joyn'd, and by our Choice retired.
Whose Mirrours are the crystal Brooks,
Or else each others Hearts and Looks;
Who cannot wish for other things
Then Privacy and Friendship brings:
Whose thoughts and persons chang'd and mixt are one,
Enjoy Content, or else the World hath none.
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Solitude: An Ode
I.
How happy he, who free from care
The rage of courts, and noise of towns;
Contented breaths his native air,
In his own grounds.
II.
Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire,
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.
III.
Blest! who can unconcern'dly find
Hours, days, and years slide swift away,
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day,
IV.
Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Together mix'd; sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most does please,
With meditation.
V.
Thus let me live, unheard, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me dye;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lye.
poem by Alexander Pope
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Hymn 102
The Beatitudes.
Mt. 5:3-12.
[Blest are the humble souls that see
Their emptiness and poverty;
Treasures of grace to them are giv'n,
And crowns of joy laid up in heav'n.]
[Blest are the men of broken heart,
Who mourn for sin with inward smart
The blood of Christ divinely flows,
A healing balm for all their woes.]
[Blest are the meek, who stand afar
From rage and passion, noise and war;
God will secure their happy state,
And plead their cause against the great.]
[Blest are the souls that thirst for grace,
Hunger and long for righteousness;
They shall be well supplied, and fed
With living streams and living bread.]
[Blest are the men whose bowels move
And melt with sympathy and love;
From Christ the Lord shall they obtain
Like sympathy and love again.]
[Blest are the pure, whose hearts arc clean
From the defiling powers of sin;
With endless pleasure they shall see
A God of spotless purity.]
[Blest are the men of peaceful life,
Who quench the coals of growing strife;
They shall be called the heirs of bliss,
The sons of God, the God of peace.]
[Blest are the suff'rers who partake
Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake;
Their souls shall triumph in the Lord
Glory and joy are their reward.]
poem by Isaac Watts
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Ode on Solitude
Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air,
In his own ground.
Whose heards with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire,
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.
Blest! who can unconcern'dly find
Hours, days, and years slide soft away,
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day,
Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Together mix'd; sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most does please,
With meditation.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me dye;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lye.
poem by Alexander Pope
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A statement about art & friendship
It is the friendship that she carries well
On summer day
In the writing workshop
She wins their hearts
When she is asked to read her poems
Or say, show her masterpiece
She merely smiles
Her friendship is her piece her only masterpiece
Her smile is her only word written on
Her face
And they all say it is enough
A smile can save the world
But I beg to disagree
A smile cannot save me
Last night i wrote a poem written
With my blood as ink on my face
The angst on my crumpled paper
And they ask me to read my poem
This afternoon when everyone
Is tired and irritated
My turn, I think, I decide to give them my smile
Like her friendship, my compromise
I get their approval and I think
It is her friendship that kills
Literature that suppressed art
It started with Mona Lisa, now it
Will always be, perhaps, the scream
Must die, popularity does not like it.
I know I have to cry alone
In my room and make my own kind of literature.
Someday the world may find it and love it
Sorrow is suppressed and happiness is fabricated
Friendship has always been politics
And art is hidden in compromises
Only to come out later and too late
The people will say, “we all love this one! ”
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Solitude
Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air
In his own ground.
Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire;
Whose trees in summer yield shade,
In winter, fire.
Blest, who can unconcern'dly find
Hours, days, and years, slide soft away
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day.
Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Together mixed; sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most does please
With meditation.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.
poem by Alexander Pope
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Missing You
It's been a while since I saw your smile,
Never seen your face but I felt your grace,
From a distance your gaze,
Your eyes, they warm my heart,
What a great place to start!
In my heart, always,
Always a place for you,
A quiet space,
What a beautiful place!
Lost in time, no rhythm nor rhyme,
Until at last,
We find the peace we deserve,
To live, breathe and to serve,
So when you think of me,
Remember to feel free,
Live life through freedoms door,
Know that I will love you evermore,
I will see you in a quiet room,
A dark corner where you light the gloom,
In a moment of silence, a quiet breath,
Moves us one step further from death,
Sometimes I feel there can be no end,
As long as our hearts mend,
A soul that is your friend,
Then the light of love will know no end.
26 June 2012
poem by David Andre' Klopper
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Happy Friendship Day,2011
Good friendship is important in earthly life
True friendship is a rare find, lasting a life-time
Friendship is supportive, wholesome and priceless
Friendship must grow but is difficult to keep.
Friendship affords joy, solace and distraction
Friendship gives a better meaning to life
Friendship may deliver what parents sometimes fail to
Friendship is valuable, useful and advantageous.
Friendship makes the world a better place to live
Friendship makes living worthwhile, loveable and liveable
Friendship creates the right environs for sharing
The basis of good friendship is selfless, dedicated love of a special kind.
(7-8-11)
poem by John Celes
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Friendship's Mystery, To my Dearest Lucasia
.
COme, my Lucasia, since we see
That Miracles Mens faith do move,
By wonder and by prodigy
To the dull angry world let's prove
There's a Religion in our Love.
.
For though we were design'd t' agree,
That Fate no liberty destroyes,
But our Election is as free
As Angels, who with greedy choice
Are yet determin'd to their joyes.
.
Our hearts are doubled by the loss,
Here Mixture is Addition grown ;
We both diffuse, and both ingross :
And we whose minds are so much one,
Never, yet ever are alone.
.
We court our own Captivity
Than Thrones more great and innocent :
'Twere banishment to be set free,
Since we wear fetters whose intent
Not Bondage is, but Ornament.
.
Divided joyes are tedious found,
And griefs united easier grow :
We are our selves but by rebound,
And all our Titles shuffled so,
Both Princes, and both Subjects too.
.
Our Hearts are mutual Victims laid,
While they (such power in Friendship lies)
Are Altars, Priests, and Off'rings made :
And each Heart which thus kindly dies,
Grows deathless by the Sacrifice.
poem by Katherine Philips
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A Friendship Is But A Flower
A friendship is but a flower
Growing out in Gods garden
Helping out the fellow man
Not knowing should they get a pardon
A friendship is but a flower
Waiting to bloom in the spring
Waiting with a helping hand or an ear
To help or listen to most any ol thing
A friendship is but a flower
That God lends to us for a while
To help us along our way
And give us a reason for a smile
A friendship is but a flower
Leaving impressions on our hearts
Never knowing when it might end
But, always happy to see it start
A friendship is but a flower
Sent with guidance from above
The friendship must be based on trust
But, like the flower, it's started with Gods love
Friendship is but a flower
Sent down for all of us to share
So pass on your bit of friendship
Show someone just how much you care
A friendship is but a flower
And this friendship I pass on to you
So please take my flower and friendship
So you can pass it on to others too
wrote 3/3/2009 by Norman Hale Jr
poem by Norman Hale
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I Would Write A Quiet Poem
I WOULD WRITE A QUIET POEM
I would write a quiet poem.
There is so much noise in the world.
A poem to be read in silence
A poem to give comfort and rest
A poem of peace
Of mind and soul.
A quiet poem
Against all the furies and pains of this world
A poem of peace
Restful as the most bliss-filled sleep.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Sister and Brother...
Imagine a world where all is calm and peacful,
Where our fellow man is not deceatful.
Dream of a life that's bathed in peace and love,
Where we strive to be better when push comes to shove.
Let us open our minds, banish hatred and sin,
We all can do better, we mustn't give in.
There's no need for us to live in a world full of pain,
Extend the hand of friendship, it can keep us all sane.
We must realise this path is always the best,
When our mind is peacful our soul is at rest.
I dream of a world where all men are free,
We're all brothers under the skin one day you will see.
So let us stride forth together and help one another,
When we spread peace and love we are sister and brother...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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To E-
Let Folly smile, to view the names
Of thee and me in friendship twined;
Yet Virtue will have greater claims
To love, than rank with vice combined.
And though unequal is thy fate,
Since title deck’d my higher birth!
Yet envy not this gaudy state;
Thine is the pride of modest worth.
Our souls at least congenial meet,
Nor can thy lot my rank disgrace;
Our intercourse is not less sweet,
Since worth of rank supplies the place.
poem by Byron (1802)
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Friendship Between Ephelia And Ardelia
Eph. What Friendship is, ARDELIA shew.
Ard. 'Tis to love, as I love You.
Eph. This Account, so short (tho' kind)
Suits not my enquiring Mind.
Therefore farther now repeat;
What is Friendship when complete?
Ard. 'Tis to share all Joy and Grief;
'Tis to lend all due Relief
From the Tongue, the Heart, the Hand;
'Tis to mortgage House and Land;
For a Friend be sold a Slave;
'Tis to die upon a Grave,
If a Friend therein do lie.
Eph. This indeed, tho' carry'd high,
This, tho' more than e'er was done
Underneath the rolling Sun,
This has all been said before.
Can ARDELIA say no more?
Ard. Words indeed no more can shew:
But 'tis to love, as I love you.
poem by Anne Kingsmill Finch
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Define Your Pain As Survivable
Define your pain as survivable.
Envision your afflictions as gone.
Meditate in a quiet place.
And turn your love light on.
Remove and release every piece of agony.
Choose not to let them live,
Within your mind endlessly.
Whatever it takes,
Break away from heartache.
And practice once in awhile,
Putting a smile on your face.
At first rehearsing this may hurt.
But welcoming a happiness,
That quenches your thirst...
Allows a recognition of it to be craved.
Like nothing else experienced on Earth.
You will be amazed.
And a hurting once enjoyed soon disappears...
From those days saved,
To live anticipating being in dismay.
Define your pain as survivable.
Envision your afflictions as gone.
Meditate in a quiet place.
And turn your love light on.
Bright!
Until those clouds are lifted.
Bright...
Until your voice is heard,
Transfixed...
In the singing of a brand new song!
'Oooooklahoma, where the winds come sweeping,
O' the plains.
And the air is...'
I'm happy you have broken out of that gloomy mood you held,
However...
Do you mind singing something else?
I sat through that movie more times than I dare to admit!
And listening to it now,
Does not give me goose bumps.
The thrill of hearing it again has gone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Victory For Britain
As long as God hears holy prayers
From people on their knees,
By faith we know He truly cares
As each with love agrees...
If he who wins lost souls is wise,
Let wisdom lead us well,
Away from folly and from lies
That only lead to Hell...
What use are riches Christ can't use?
Lost tithes no kingdoms bless...
For who are we to pick and choose
And then seek happiness?
Some fast and pray, some pray and give...
Some preach the Word of God...
Some prophesy that others live,
Saved by Christ's precious blood...
The victory for Britain waits
For Christians of this land,
To seek God's will, for He creates
The blessings He has planned...
Church without walls, Lord Jesus says,
Bless England, Scotland, Wales
And Ireland, too, because God cares
And His love never fails...
poem by Denis Martindale (August 2011)
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True Frıendship
Your friends are your needs answered;
They are your field which you sow
With Love and harvest with thanksgiving
Friends provide drink and sustenance
When you suffer with hunger and thirst
When friends speak their minds you fear not;
Saying “No”, nor withhold saying “Yes”
When friends are silent;
Your heart need not cease listening to their heart
Without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires,
All expectations are born and shared, with joy unbound
Let their be no purpose in friendship save
The deepening of your spiritual connection
Always give the best of who you are and what you have to friends,
As it is for them to fill your needs, not just your emptiness
Seek not friends for hours to kill, rather for hours to live;
For within friendship there is laughter, mirth and pleasure
When parting from friends, grieve not;
For that which you love most in them may
Be clearer in their absence
Remember friendship as with love;
Seeks nothing save disclosure of its own mystery
“True friendship”
Is found in the smallest acts of love and kindness
poem by Ray Lucero
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A Special Prayer to the Blessed Mary Ever Virgin
Hail O Mary, full of grace!
Ev’r virgin with heav’nly gaze!
Mother of Christ and human race!
Bless’d lady with divine face!
Handmaiden of Son of God;
Woman who crushed the Serpent’s head;
Help of dying and those dead;
Favoured-most amongst kindred!
Virgin who bore Christ Jesus;
Have pity and pray for us;
Don our souls with Heaven’s dress;
Free us from all sins, trespass!
Mary with heart immaculate;
Succour to souls until date;
One who changes hell-bound state;
We pray, plead to better our fate!
Queen atop God’s mountain’s peak!
Perpetual aid of those who seek;
Mediatrix, miraculous, meek;
Strengthen minds, bodies, hearts weak!
Sorrowing heart that bears sorrows;
One who makes pleasant morrows;
Comfort of hearts pierced with arrows;
Better our lives and how world goes!
Mary with her Lamb of God;
Mother of the Saviour Lord;
‘Rosaried’ Virgin of Word;
Grant Peace to all souls and world!
Mary assumed into Heaven!
Give us health, relieve our pain;
Change to boon, our every bane;
Help us walk in Heaven’s lane!
poem by John Celes
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Queen Mary's Complaint
I.
Pale moon! thy mild benignant light
May glad some other captive's sight;
Bright'ning the gloomy objects nigh,
Thy beams a lenient thought supply:
But, O, pale moon! what ray of thine
Can soothe a misery like mine,
Chase the sad image of the past,
And woes for ever doom'd to last?
II.
Where are the years with pleasure gay?
How bright their course! how short their stay!
Where are the crowns, that round my head
A double glory vainly spread?
Where are the beauties wont to move,
The grace, converting awe to love?
Alas! had fate design'd to bless,
Its equal hand had giv'n me less!
III.
Why did the regal garb array
A breast that tender passions sway?
A soul of unsuspicious frame,
Which leans with faith on friendship's name?
Ye vanish'd hopes! ye broken ties!
By perfidy, in friendship's guise,
This breast was injur'd, lost, betray'd--
Where, where shall MARY look for aid?
IV.
How could I hope redress to find,
Stern rival! from thy envious mind?
How could I e'er thy words believe?
O ever practised to deceive!
Thy wiles abhorr'd shall please alone
Cold bosoms, selfish as thy own;
While ages hence indignant hear
The horrors of my fate severe.
V.
Have not thy unrelenting hands
Torn nature's most endearing bands?
Whate'er I hop'd from woman's name,
The ties of blood, the stranger's claim!
A sister-queen's despairing breast
On thee securely lean'd for rest;
On thee! from whom that breast has bled
With sharper ills than those I fled.
VI.
O, skill'd in every baser art!
Tyrant! to this unguarded heart
No guilt so black as thine belongs,
Which loads my length'ning years with wrongs.
Strike, then, at once, insatiate foe,
The long premeditated blow!
So shall thy jealous terrors cease,
And MARY'S harass'd soul have peace.
poem by Helen Maria Williams
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To E
Let Folly smile, to view the names
Of thee and me in friendship twined;
Yet Virtue will have greater claims
To love, than rank with vice combined.
And though unequal is thy fate,
Since title deck'd my higher claims
Yet envy not this gaudy state;
Thine is the pride of modest worth.
Our souls at least congenial meet,
Nor can thy lot my rank disgrace;
Our intercourse is not less sweet,
Since worth of rank supplies the place.
November 1802