Enfant, si j'étais roi, je donnerais l'empire (Were I a King, Child, My Empire I Would Give Thee)
'C'est une âme charmante.'
— Diderot
Enfant, si j'étais roi, je donnerais l'empire,
Et mon char, et mon sceptre, et mon peuple à genoux,
Et ma couronne d'or, et mes bains de porphyre,
Et mes flottes, Ã qui la mer ne peut suffire,
Pour un regard de vous!
Si j'étais Dieu, la terre et l'air avec les ondes,
Les anges, les démons courbés devant ma loi,
Et le profond chaos aux entrailles fécondes,
L'éternité, l'espace et les cieux et les mondes,
Pour un baiser de toi!
Were I a King, Child, My Empire I Would Give Thee
Were I a crowned monarch,
I would give my diadem—
My regal throne and sceptre,
Enriched with many a gem—
I would give my baths of porphyry,
My ships that fill the sea;
My empire, people, all, beloved!
For one sweet smile from thee!
Were I enthroned in heaven,
I would give all earth, and air,
And the angels, and the demons,
That bowed before me there—
I would give yon skies with all their worlds,
Time, space, eternity,
And the teeming depths of chaos,
For one sweet kiss from thee!
poem by Victor Hugo
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A une femme
Enfant! si j'étais roi, je donnerais l'empire,
Et mon char, et mon sceptre, et mon peuple à genoux
Et ma couronne d'or, et mes bains de porphyre,
Et mes flottes, Ã qui la mer ne peut suffire,
Pour un regard de vous!
Si j'étais Dieu, la terre et l'air avec les ondes,
Les anges, les démons courbés devant ma loi,
Et le profond chaos aux entrailles fécondes,
L'éternité, l'espace, et les cieux, et les mondes,
Pour un baiser de toi!
poem by Victor Hugo
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From Victor Hugo
Child, were I king, I'd yield my royal rule,
My chariot, sceptre, vassal-service due,
My crown, my porphyry-basined waters cool,
My fleets, whereto the sea is but a pool,
For a glance from you!
Love, were I God, the earth and its heaving airs,
Angels, the demons abject under me,
Vast chaos with its teeming womby lairs,
Time, space, all would I give--aye, upper spheres,
For a kiss from thee!
poem by Thomas Hardy
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Louis XVII (King Louis XVII)
Capet, éveille-toi
I
En ces temps-là , du ciel les portes d'or s'ouvrirent;
Du Saint des Saints ému les feux se découvrirent :
Tous les cieux un moment brillèrent dévoilés;
Et les élus voyaient, lumineuses phalanges,
Venir une jeune âme entre de jeunes anges
Sous les portiques étoilés.
C'était un bel enfant qui fuyait de la terre;—
Son oeil bleu du malheur portait le signe austère;
Ses blonds cheveux flottaient sur ses traits pâlissants;
Et les vierges du ciel, avec des chants de fête,
Aux palmes du Martyre unissaient sur sa tête
La couronne des Innocents.
On entendit des voix qui disaient dans la nue :
—' Jeune ange, Dieu sourit à ta gloire ingénue;
Viens, rentre dans ses bras pour ne plus en sortir;
Et vous, qui du Très-Haut racontez les louanges,
Séraphins, prophètes, archanges,
Courbez-vous, c'est un Roi; chantez, c'est un Martyr! '
—' Où donc ai-je régné, demandait la jeune ombre ?
Je suis un prisonnier, je ne suis point un roi.
Hier je m'endormis au fond d'une tour sombre.
Où donc ai-je régné ? Seigneur, dites-le-moi.
Hélas! mon père est mort d'une mort bien amère;
Ses bourreaux, ô mon Dieu, m'ont abreuvé de fiel;
Je suis un orphelin; je viens chercher ma mère,
Qu'en mes rêves j'ai vue au ciel. '
Les anges répondaient:—' Ton Sauveur te réclame.
Ton Dieu d'un monde impie a rappelé ton âme.
Fuis la terre insensée où l'on brise la Croix,
Où jusque dans la mort descend le Régicide,
Où le Meurtre, d 'horreurs avide,
Fouille dans les tombeaux pour y chercher des rois! '
—' Quoi! de ma lente vie ai-je achevé le reste ?
Disait-il; tous mes maux, les ai-je enfin soufferts ?
Est-il vrai qu'un geôlier, de ce rêve céleste,
Ne viendra pas demain m'éveiller dans mes fers ?
Captif, de mes tourments cherchant la fin prochaine,
J'ai prié; Dieu veut-il enfin me secourir ?
Oh! n'est-ce pas un songe ? a-t-il brisé ma chaine ?
Ai-je eu le bonheur de mourir ?
' Car vous ne savez point quelle était ma misère !
Chaque jour dans ma vie amenait des malheurs ;
Et lorsque je pleurais, je n'avais pas ma mère
Pour chanter à mes cris, pour sourire à mes pleurs.
D'un châtiment sans fin languissante victime,
De ma tige arraché comme un tendre arbrisseau,
J'étais proscrit bien jeune, et j'ignorais quel crime
J'avais commis dans mon berceau.
' Et pourtant, écoutez: bien loin dans ma mémoire,
J'ai d'heureux souvenirs avant ces temps d'effroi;
J'entendais en dormant des bruits confus de gloire,
Et des peuples joyeux veillaient autour de moi.
Un jour tout disparut dans un sombre mystère;
Je vis fuir l'avenir à mes destins promis;
Je n'étais qu'un enfant, faible et seul sur la terre,
Hélas! et j'eus des ennemis!
' Ils m'ont jeté vivant sous des murs funéraires;
Mes yeux voués aux pleurs n'ont plus vu le soleil;
Mais vous que je retrouve, anges du ciel, mes frères,
Vous m'avez visité souvent dans mon sommeil.
Mes jours se sont flétris dans leurs mains meurtrières,
Seigneur, mais les méchants sont toujours malheureux;
Oh! ne soyez pas sourd comme eux à mes prières,
Car je viens vous prier pour eux. '
Et les anges chantaient: -' L'arche à toi se dévoile,
Suis-nous; sur ton beau front nous mettrons une étoile.
Prends les ailes d'azur des chérubins vermeils;
Tu viendras avec nous bercer l'enfant qui pleure,
Ou, dans leur brûlante demeure,
D'un souffle lumineux rajeunir les soleils! '
III
Soudain le choeur cessa, les élus écoutèrent;
Il baissa son regard par les larmes terni;
Au fond des cieux muets les mondes s'arrêtèrent,
Et l'éternelle voix parla dans l'infini :
' O roi! je t'ai gardé loin des grandeurs humaines.
Tu t'es réfugié du trône dans les chaînes.
Va, mon fils, bénis tes revers.
Tu n'as point su des rois l'esclavage suprême,
Ton front du moins n'est pas meurtri du diadème,
Si tes bras sont meurtris de fers.
Enfant, tu t'es courbé sous le poids de la vie;
Et la terre, pourtant, d'espérance et d'envie
Avait entouré ton berceau!
Viens, ton Seigneur lui-même eut ses douleurs divines,
Et mon Fils, comme toi, Roi couronné d'épines,
Porta le sceptre de roseau! '
King Louis XVII
The golden gates were opened wide that day,
All through the unveiled heaven there seemed to play
Out of the Holiest of Holy, light;
And the elect beheld, crowd immortal,
A young soul, led up by young angels bright,
Stand in the starry portal.
A fair child fleeing from the world's fierce hate,
In his blue eye the shade of sorrow sate,
His golden hair hung all dishevelled down
On wasted cheeks that told a mournful story,
And angels twined him with the innocent's crown,
The martyr's palm of glory.
The virgin souls that to the Lamb are near,
Called through the clouds with voices heavenly clear,
'God hath prepared a glory for thy brow;
Rest in his arms, and all ye hosts that sing
His praised ever on untired string,
Chant, for a mortal comes among ye now;
Do homage,—'tis a king!'
And the pale shadow saith to God in heaven:
'I am an orphan and no king at all;
I was a weary prisoner yestereven.
My father's murderers fed my soul with gall.
Not me, O Lord! the regal name beseems.
Last night I fell asleep in dungeon drear,
But then I saw my mother in my dreams.
Say, shall I find her here?'
The angels said: 'Thy Saviour bids thee come;
Out of an impure world he calls thee home,
From the mad earth, where horrid murder waves
Over the broken cross her impure wings,
And regicides go down among the graves,
Scenting the blood of kings.'
He cries: 'Then have I finished my long life?
Are all its evils over, all its strife,
And will no cruel jailer evermore
Wake me to pain, this blissful vision o'er?
Is it no dream that nothing else remains
Of all my torments but this answered cry,
And have I had, O God! amid my chains,
The happiness to die?
'For none can tell what cause I had to pine,
What pangs, what miseries, each day were mine;
And when I wept there was no mother near
To soothe my cries, and smile away my tear.
Poor victim of a punishment unending,
Torn like a sapling from its mother-earth,
So young, I could not tell what crime impending
had stained me from my birth.
'Yet far off in dim memory, it seems,
With all its horror mingled happy dreams;
Strange cries of glory rocked my sleeping head,
And a glad people watched beside my bed.
One day into mysterious darkness thrown,
I saw the promise of my future close;
I was a little child, left all alone,
Alas! and I had foes.
'They cast me living in a dreary tomb;
Never mine eyes saw sunlight pierce the gloom.
Only ye, brother angels, used to sweep
Down from your heaven, and visit me in sleep.
'Neath blood-red hands my young life withered there.
Dear Lord, the bad are miserable all;
Be not thou deaf, like them, unto my prayer,—
It is for them I call.'
The angels sang: 'See heaven's high arch unfold!
Come, we will crown thee with the stars above,
Will give thee cherub-wings of blue and gold,
And thou shalt learn our ministry of love,
Shalt rock the cradle where some mother's tears
Are dropping o'er her restless little one,
Or, with thy luminous breath, in distant spheres,
Shalt kindle some cold sun.'
Ceased the full choir, all heaven was hushed to hear;
Bowed the fair face, still wet with many a tear;
In depths of space the rolling worlds were stayed
Whilst the Eternal in the infinite said,—
'O king, I kept thee far from human state,
Who hadst a dungeon only for thy throne,
O son! rejoice and bless they bitter fate,—
The slavery of kings thou hast not known.
What if thy wasted arms are bleeding yet,
And wounded with the fetter's cruel trace.
No earthly diadem has ever set
A stain upon thy face.
'Child, life and hope were with thee at thy birth;
But life soon bowed thy tender form to earth,
And hope forsook thee in thy hour of need.
Come, for thy Saviour had his pains divine;
Come, for his brow was crowned with thorns like thine;
His sceptre was a reed.'
poem by Victor Hugo
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SONNET: God, what shall I render Thee?
Oh, what can I give Thee O God, my Lord?
How can I ev’r repay thy love for me?
Oh, can I call Thee by a better word?
All that I have today are Thine truly!
Oh, can I give my labour and my toil?
But still, my energy must come from Thee;
Oh, can I offer things that grow on soil?
Alas! Nothing on earth looks heavenly!
Oh, can I give my time that Thou gav’st me?
My time is meant to serve Thee through brethren;
Oh, can I give my precious life only?
If thats the way to Heaven, let me then.
Oh show me something that is truly mine!
Thou art the Fountain of my Life, divine!
poem by John Celes
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Grondad's Lullaby
Sleep bonny babby, thi grondad is near,
Noa harm can touch thee, sleep withaat fear;
Innocent craytur, soa helpless an waik,
Grondad wod give up his life for thy sake,
Sleep little beauty,
Angels thee keep,
Grondad is watchin,
Sleep, beauty, sleep.
Through the thick mist of past years aw luk back,
Vainly aw try to discover the track
Buried, alas! for no trace can aw see,
Ov the way aw once trod when as sinless as thee,
Sleep little beauty,
Angels thee keep,
Grondad is watchin,
Sleep, beauty, sleep.
Smilin in slumber,--dreamin ov bliss,
Feelin in fancy a fond mother's kiss;
Richer bi far nor a king on his throne,
Fearlessly facing a future unknown.
Sleep little beauty,
Angels thee keep,
Grondad is watchin,
Sleep, beauty, sleep.
What wod aw give could aw once agean be,
Innocent, spotless an trustin as thee;
May noa grief give thee occasion to weep,
Blessins attend thee!--Sleep, beauty, sleep.
Sleep little beauty,
Angels thee keep,
Grondad is watchin,
Sleep, beauty, sleep.
poem by John Hartley
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Croissant Bleu
Quand j'ai vu vos yeux pour la premiere fois,
J'etais perdu
Je suis venu a la Closerie Des Lilas tres souvent
On attend pour ces moments divins pour toute la vie
Mon coeur a ete prit par joie et mal
Quand je suis avec vous, je suis perdu
Just a few
Quand je suis amoureux, c'est la peur
Juste un peu
C'etait en octobre, il y a deux ans et c'etait la troisieme fois que je vous ai vu
J'ai pas eu le courage pour ces premiers mots impossibles
Et meme reflechir a ce probleme pour commencer une conversation etait un cliche
Quand je suis avec vous, je suis perdu
Just a few
Quand je suis amoureux, c'est la peur
Juste un peu
J'etais bien place au bar et camoufle derriere un livre tres important
Avec un sourire dans vos yeux vous m'avez demande : < Quel est le titre de
votre livre ? >
Et j'ai repondu apres une pause assez artificielle : < Je ne sais pas ! >
Quand je suis avec vous, je suis perdu
Just a few
Quand je suis amoureux, c'est la peur
Juste un peu
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Croissant Bleu
Quand j'ai vu vos yeux pour la premiere fois,
J'etais perdu
Je suis venu a la Closerie Des Lilas tres souvent
On attend pour ces moments divins pour toute la vie
Mon coeur a ete prit par joie et mal
Quand je suis avec vous, je suis perdu
Just a few
Quand je suis amoureux, c'est la peur
Juste un peu
C'etait en octobre, il y a deux ans et c'etait la troisieme fois que je vous ai vu
J'ai pas eu le courage pour ces premiers mots impossibles
Et meme reflechir a ce probleme pour commencer une conversation etait un cliche
Quand je suis avec vous, je suis perdu
Just a few
Quand je suis amoureux, c'est la peur
Juste un peu
J'etais bien place au bar et camoufle derriere un livre tres important
Avec un sourire dans vos yeux vous m'avez demande : < Quel est le titre de
votre livre ? >
Et j'ai repondu apres une pause assez artificielle : < Je ne sais pas ! >
Quand je suis avec vous, je suis perdu
Just a few
Quand je suis amoureux, c'est la peur
Juste un peu
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Fill Up My Heart Stealing My Thirst - Original By Rabindranath Tagore
Fill up my heart stealing my thirst
Give me more feelings in my heart
God in your world and in your home
Give me more space God make me smart
God pour more light in my eyes
God give me more sweet surprise
My flute’s tears are its music
Show more melody’s magic
Give me sweet fruitful sadness
God give me more awareness.
God make me what I should be
God Save me God please save me
poem by Asif Andalib
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Give This Child What She Needs
Give this child what she needs
Love
Give this child what she needs
Shelter
Give this child what she needs
Prayers
Give this child what she needs
Some food and water
Give this child what she needs
Good parents
Give this child what she needs
Good manors
Give this child what she needs
A smoke free home
Give this child what she needs
Peace and happiness
Give this child what she needs
To know God
Give this child what she needs
Your guidance
Give this child what she needs
Clothes
Give this child what she needs
Your support
Give this child what she needs
Some family time
Give this child what she needs
A nice bath every day
Give this child what she needs
Some discipline
Give this child what she needs
A warm bed to sleep on
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Give a Child...
Proudly for Seth ~ Ryan who graduated as
an Aerospace Engineer last week!
Give a child a great education
You give them the world
Give a child science and math
You give them access
Give a child a sense of wonder
You give them joy
Give a child poetry, paint, l.e.d.s, aluminum foil and sparkles
You give them creativity
Give a child accountability
You give them integrity
Give a child an understanding of spirit
You give them faith
Give a child an entire community
You give them responsilbility
Give a child your undivided time
You give them security
Give a child a life by example
You give them the map for success
Give a child hugs
You give them love!
~May 26,2006
Mountaintop Cottage, Tennessee
poem by Debora Short
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Sweet Home
My home is calling
And my heart; responding
The abode of pleasures and exhilaration
Where my mind prepares for some missions
My home, my home
My sweet, lovely home
I call on thee
Give me a space to sleep
Am not among those who cry
Seeking for hope, but it's dry
Am a free man
Facing difficulties which is so hard
My home, my home
My sweet, lovely home
I call on thee
Give me a space to sleep
Do i look like a convict?
The one who cries in the prison
Or like the bee that flies
And returns with joy to it hive
No! But no! I am not
I don't crave for the monastery, I'm not a monk
All i want is to return back home
To stay with folks but not alone
My home, my home
My sweet, lovely home
I call on thee
Give me a space to sleep
I traveled abroad
I had much fun
I visited the queen
She offered me a tea
With all these pleasures
Without doubt cos am so sure
The home holds lot in hand
Treasures, happiness, so much to count
My home, my home
My sweet, lovely home
I call on thee
Give me a space to sleep
I went to Brazil
I saw their windmills
I ate their food
Which made me cool
Delicious was it their fried fish
The one i ate which made me wishing
Then i remember the panla which we eat at home
So delicious and irresistible for the hungry throat
My home, my home
My sweet, lovely home
I call on thee
Give me a space to sleep
I journeyed to Kenya
I saw a tiger
Its eyes scared me
Its claws; waiting for a meal
I rode on an elephant
So huge; so large
I saw lot of things
The zoo, the views
But still i craved
For my home; for my space
My home, my home
My sweet, lovely home
I call on thee
Give me a space to sleep
I traveled all around the world
And everything seemed so bored
My eyes craved only for my beautiful home
My hands, my mouth and my little nose
They are all wishing to see
My house, my room, my folks in the street
All i have to do is go back home
To stay with folks and sleep on their foams
For wherever you are meant to be
Your home provides a beautiful space to sleep
My home, my home
My sweet, lovely home
I call on thee
Give me a space to sleep.
poem by Yahaya Habeeb Jprof Kayode
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Tree
O, Tree
Give me
Some of
Your beauty.
I'm not as
Beautiful
As thee.
O, Tree
Give me
Some of
Your
Endurance.
I'm not as
Resilient
As thee.
O, Tree
Give me
Some of
Your
Silence.
There's
Not much
Calmness
In me.
O, Tree
Give me
Some of your
Divinity.
I'm not as
Godly as thee.
O, Tree
You are a
Treasure trove
Of wealth
With your
Flowers,
Fruits,
Leaves,
And holy
Spirits.
I'm a beggar
Before you.
Won't you
Give alms
To me?
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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To Mary in Heaven
I.
I met thee first in May, Mary!
The flower-crowned month of May;
But now thou art away, Mary!
Away from me—away!
Thou wert that all to me, Mary!
That all on earth to me,
That I will be to thee, Mary!
In Heaven above to thee.
II.
Ah! then thine eyes were mild, Mary!
Thy deep blue eyes were mild;
For thou wert then a child, Mary!
And I another child.
Thou wert that all to me, Mary!
That all on earth to me,
That I will be to thee, Mary!
In Heaven above to thee.
III.
Thy face was then so meek, Mary!
So saintly mild, so meek,
Thy lily-form seemed weak, Mary!
And mine for thine grew weak
For thou wert that to me, Mary!
That all on earth to me,
That I will be to thee, Mary!
In Heaven above to thee.
IV.
You led me through the meads, Mary!
The flower-enameled meads,
By brooks of rustling reeds, Mary!
By brooks of rustling reeds—
Where thou wert that to me, Mary!
That all on earth to me,
That I will be to thee, Mary!
In Heaven above to thee.
V.
Wherever you then went, Mary!
No matter where you went—
I followed with content, Mary!
Because you were content.
For thou wert that to me, Mary!
That all on earth to me,
That I will be to thee, Mary!
In Heaven above to thee.
VI.
I recollect the morn, Mary!
The beautiful May-Morn,
Beside the Field of Corn, Mary!
The rustling reeds of Corn—
That thou wert that to me, Mary!
That all on earth to me,
That I will be to thee, Mary!
In Heaven above to thee.
VII.
Ah! then I took thy hand, Mary!
Thy lily snow-white hand;
And walked along the sand, Mary!
The milk-white road of sand.
For thou wert that to me, Mary!
That all on earth to me,
That I will be to thee, Mary!
In Heaven above to thee.
VIII.
I caught thee round the waist, Mary!
The slender Sylph-like waist,
And felt my heart beat fast, Mary!
Because thine own beat fast.
For thou wert that to me, Mary!
That all on earth to me,
That I will be to thee, Mary!
In Heaven above to thee.
IX.
Such words fell from thy tongue, Mary!
Such sweet words from thy tongue,
That when you talked you sung, Mary!
You never talked but sung.
Then thou wert that to me, Mary!
That all on earth to me,
That I will be to thee, Mary!
In Heaven above to thee.
X.
Thus through the month of May, Mary!
The flower-crowned month of May,
We, courting, went to play, Mary!
And courted in our play.
The years were then to me, Mary!
As hours are now to me;
As time is now to thee, Mary!
In Heaven above to thee.
XI.
For Love knows nought of years, Mary!
Love nothing knows of years;
And sheds no bitter tears, Mary!
Time measured is by tears.
Thus thou wert that to me, Mary!
That all on earth to me,
That I will be to thee, Mary!
In Heaven above to thee.
XII.
What thou art now above, Mary!
I was, as if above;
For Heaven is made of love, Mary!
And I was full of love.
For thou wert that to me, Mary!
That all on earth to me,
That I will be to thee, Mary!
In Heaven above to thee.
XIII.
But now these days are gone, Mary!
These halcyon days are gone!
And I am left alone, Mary!
Alone on earth-- alone!
What would I give to see, Mary!
Thy precious form to see?
All thou wouldst give to be, Mary!
In this dark world with me.
poem by Thomas Holley Chivers from Eonchs of Ruby (1851)
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Sonnet- Give Me More Woes, Lord
'Give me O Lord, more woes, ' I don't say, 'No, '
'Give me thy grace to withstand them for Thee';
And if Thou Will'd that I should undergo,
Let me do so, for my Eternity.
'Give me 0 Lord more woes, for others' sake, '
'So that more souls can be saved from sure hell.'
And in the meantime, never me forsake;
I want to toll Heaven's Angelus bell.
'Give me 0 Lord, more woes, if I can take, '
'For joys or sorrows of this world are false, '
The devils' overtures are all but fake;
Help me to listen only to Thy calls.
'Give me 0 Lord, more woes, for I love Thee, '
'Let me too lift thy cross to Calvary, '
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet XXIII
Is it indeed so ? If I lay here dead,
Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine ?
And would the sun for thee more coldly shine
Because of grave-damps falling round my head ?
I marvelled, my Beloved, when I read
Thy thought so in the letter. I am thine--
But . . . so much to thee ? Can I pour thy wine
While my hands tremble ? Then my soul, instead
Of dreams of death, resumes life's lower range.
Then, love me, Love ! look on me--breathe on me !
As brighter ladies do not count it strange,
For love, to give up acres and degree,
I yield the grave for thy sake, and exchange
My near sweet view of Heaven, for earth with thee !
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Sonnet XXIII: Is It Indeed So?
Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead,
Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine?
And would the sun for thee more coldly shine
Because of grave-damps falling round my head?
I marvelled, my Belovèd, when I read
Thy thought so in the letter. I am thine--
But...so much to thee? Can I pour your wine
While my hands tremble? Then my soul, instead
Of dreams of death, resumes life's lower range.
Then, love me, Love! Look on me--breathe on me!
As brighter ladies do not count it strange,
For love, to give up acres and degree,
I yield the grave for thy sake, and exchange
My near sweet view of Heaven, for earth with thee!
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Xxiii
Is it indeed so ? If I lay here dead,
Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine ?
And would the sun for thee more coldly shine
Because of grave-damps falling round my head ?
I marvelled, my Beloved, when I read
Thy thought so in the letter. I am thine--
But . . . so much to thee ? Can I pour thy wine
While my hands tremble ? Then my soul, instead
Of dreams of death, resumes life's lower range.
Then, love me, Love ! look on me--breathe on me !
As brighter ladies do not count it strange,
For love, to give up acres and degree,
I yield the grave for thy sake, and exchange
My near sweet view of Heaven, for earth with thee !
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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A King in Exile
O THE Queen may keep her golden
Crown and sceptre of command!
I would give them both twice over
To be King of Babyland.
Sure, it is a wondrous country
Where the beanstalks grow apace,
And so very near the moon is
You could almost stroke her face.
And the dwellers in that country
Hold in such esteem their King,
They believe that if he chooses
He can do—just anything!
And, although his regal stature
May be only four-feet-ten,
Think him tallest, strongest, bravest,
Noblest, wisest, best of men.
Ah, how fondly I remember
The good time serene and fair,
In the bygone years when I, too,
Was a reigning monarch there!
But my subjects they discrowned me
When they’d older, colder, grown;
And they took away my sceptre,
And upset my royal throne.
Yet, although a King in Exile,
Without subjects to command,
I am glad at heart to think I
Once was King of Babyland.
poem by Victor James Daley
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXII
ON THE NATURE OF LOVE
You ask my love. What shall my love then be ?
A hope, an aspiration, a desire?
The soul's eternal charter writ in fire
Upon the earth, the heavens, and the sea?
You ask my love. The carnal mystery
Of a soft hand, of finger--tips that press,
Of eyes that kindle and of lips that kiss,
Of sweet things known to thee and only thee?
You ask my love. What love can be more sweet
Than hope or pleasure? Yet we love in vain.
The soul is more than joy, the life than meat.
The sweetest love of all were love in pain,
And that I will not give. So let it be.
--Nay, give me any love, so it be love of thee.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Musicbox
When I am lost
you shine a light for me and set me free
When I am low
You wash away my tears
And take me through
The loneliness
And emptiness
Through the darkest night
Somehow I survive
Through it all
When you tell me I'm the only one you need
Sweet and tenderly
And your love
Breaks away the clouds surrounding me
All I have I want to give to thee
If I should fall
Your love is strong enough to lift me up
If I'm afraid
You chase away my fears
And take me to
A brighter place
Beyond the rain
And I feel alright
Because you're by my side
Through it all
When you tell me I'm the only one you need
Sweet and tenderly
And your love
Breaks away the clouds surrounding me
All I have I want to give to thee
You take me through
The loneliness and the emptiness
And I feel alright
'Cause you're by my side
Through it all
You tell me I'm the only one you need
Sweet and tenderly
And your love
Just breaks away the clouds surrounding me
And baby all I have I want to give to thee
Want to give you all of my love
Now and forever my love
All I have I want to give to thee
song performed by by Mariah Carey from Music Box
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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