Do no dishonour to the earth least you dishonour the spirit of man.
quote by Henry Beston
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Temptation With Flowers
so many flowers given
for the wrong reason
flowers given in vain
some men think
to win love
with flowers given
alas love is not
to be purchased
arranged so easily
give to receive a smile
glowing like golden sunlight
or a blush young innocent
heartfelt in modesty pleasure
but do not dishonour flowers
do not dishonour pure hearts
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Neither do I think that I ever put any dishonour upon you.
quote by Anne Hutchinson
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Where there is no honour there is no dishonour.
Since Cleopatra died, I have liv'd in such dishonour that the gods Detest my baseness.
quote by William Shakespeare
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His honour rooted in dishonour stood,
And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.
quote by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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I Object, Your Dishonour
When those who pledge and swear
To hold the scales of Justice fair
Of themselves Corruption wear
Address him 'Your Dishonour, Sir'
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Indeed, I was so afraid to dishonour my friends and family by my indiscreet actions, that I rather chose to be accounted a fool, than to be thought rude or wanton.
quote by Margaret Cavendish
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Honour a good man that he may honour you, and a bad man that he may not dishonour you.
A Great Home
There are not only vessels of gold and silver in a great home,
But also of wood and clay items to satisfy the muse of beauty;
Some for honour and some for dishonour,
But that is how the world is around us today.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Second Epigram
On BILLINDA.
Wanton Bellinda loudly does complain,
I've chang'd my Love of late into disdain:
Calls me unconstant, cause I now adore
The chast Marcella, that lov'd her before.
Sin or Dishonour, me as well may blame,
That I repent, or do avoid a shame.
poem by Anne Killigrew
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Be Not Sad
Be not sad because all men
Prefer a lying clamour before you:
Sweetheart, be at peace again -- -
Can they dishonour you?
They are sadder than all tears;
Their lives ascend as a continual sigh.
Proudly answer to their tears:
As they deny, deny.
poem by James Joyce
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A Lonely Wilderness
Enriched,
Derision,
Bubble,
Reproach,
Scorn,
Ridicule;
Of a lonely wilderness without hope,
But the hidden things of your love are now exposed.
Object,
Cutting,
Remarks,
Shaking,
Dishonour,
Covered;
Redeem me with your sweet love when i call,
For there is something within you!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Dream of Those Days
The dream of those days when first I sung thee is o'er
Thy triumph hath stain'd the charm thy sorrows then wore;
And even the light which Hope once shed o'er thy chains,
Alas, not a gleam to grace thy freedom remains.
Say, is it that slavery sunk so deep in thy heart,
That still the dark brand is there, though chainless thou art;
And Freedom's sweet fruit, for which thy spirit long burn'd,
Now, reaching at last thy lip, to ashes hath turn'd?
Up Liberty's steep by Truth and Eloquence led,
With eyes on her temple fix'd, how proud was thy tread!
Ah, better thou ne'er hadst lived that summit to gain,
Denied in the porch, than thus dishonour the fane.
poem by Thomas Moore
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In Fury
Empty hope!
In fury,
Of the wicked;
Like false dreams! !
To err,
Enticing to sin;
Fury, bury!
With worthless gods and goddesses.
Seed, feed!
Completely;
Emptied!
Like a transgressor;
Treacherously!
Dishonour,
Entice,
Cost, lost! !
Jollying,
Brandishes;
Cracking!
But, galloping like horses.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Woman’s Sonnets: V
Whate'er the cost to me, with this farewell,
I shall not see thee, speak to thee again.
If some on Earth must feel the pangs of Hell,
Mine only be it who have earned my pain.
No matter if my life be blank and dead,
Bankrupt of pleasure: it is better so
Than risk dishonour on a once loved head,
Than link all loved ones with my own sole woe.
I have no claim to bring grief's shade on these,
To mix their pure life's waters with my wine,
To vex the dead, dear dead, in their new peace
With knowledge of my sin and great decline.
For these I leave thee, and, though life be rent
With the rude fight, think not I shall relent.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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The Candle of the Lord
“The spirit of man is the candle of the Lord.”
“The Spirit itself beareth witness with our spirit, that we are the children of
God.”
Our spirit—ay, our own!—the tree whose fruits
Have never fail'd—the sign upon the door
'Twixt us and God's intelligent dumb brutes,
That parts us evermore!
Our spirit—last, best gift—still unbereft
Of treasures stored in Eden's happy land;
One fragment of the human, as it left
The Divine Maker's hand.
That seal of our high birth He did allow
Toea unharm'd the sin and woe and strife;
That remnant of our godhead—wanting now
Only the “breath of life.”
Only the breath of life, whereby the Lord
Made us to be His equals, fit to fill
His throne—our free wills brought into accord
With His own sovereign will.
Our spirit—not the feeble soul which came
With our dishonour'd state and its new needs;
And not the feebler heart of sin and shame,
That daily breaks and bleeds.
Our spirit—our unshatter'd lamp—still ours—
Fill'd with the heavenly essence, as of yore,—
To bear a light, to light the midnight hours,
And light the wreck to shore.
Ay, 'tis the same—the same! It hath not shared
The mutilation and the curse and blight;
When the destruction fell, the lamp was spared—
Only deprived of Light.
O God! and hath it ever ceased to grope
For light, and yearn and cry for light to come?
In blackest gloom, ere revelation spoke,
While yet the Christ was dumb,
Thou knowest it search'd for every wandering ray,
And never wearied of the weary quest;
And fed and fenced and treasured, day by day,
A glimmer in its breast.
O holy Dove! O Grace! O Love! come down—
Our spirit with Thy perfect light inspire!
Circle each candle with its flaming crown,
Its cloven tongue of fire!
poem by Ada Cambridge
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Fighter Left
The fighter paused, grimaced and left,
After the creation, after the rights.
His fight found a reality behind the scenes,
The real survival is an object of material nature,
It is picked up, paid to a man when in collision.
There is death and dishonour, full teaching of rights,
When fighting became a dishonesty,
A dignity of strength, like the infinite guess
Overtaken and overridden.
The man who fought was a survivor,
Like the wisdom so inspired.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Pride
A stone cast into the sky
Must surely fall down to the earth
No matter how greenish the grass is
It is a rich delicacy to herds
Monkey defies instruction to be cautious
It ends up climbing trees beyond branches
Pride and damnation are borne twins
Accolades based on pride leads to fall
Beauty anchors on pride vanishes
No proud can see God
The rewards of pride are
Shame, dishonour, rejection....
Pride descreates throne
A king with garment of pride
Will end up naked at market square
A prince riding on a horse with countenance
Will be trodden upon on the street
If people are hailing you;
If the world urges you on;
Beware, make youself humble
For no one queue behind the proud
A word is enough.......
poem by Babatunde Aremu
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Desmond's Song
By the Feal's wave benighted,
No star in the skies,
To thy door by Love lighted,
I first saw those eyes.
Some voice whisper'd o'er me,
As the threshold I cross'd,
There was ruin before me,
If I loved, I was lost.
Love came, and brought sorrow
Too soon in his train;
Yet so sweet, that to-morrow
'Twere welcome again.
Though misery's full measure
My portion should be,
I would drain it with pleasure,
If pour'd out by thee.
You, who call it dishonour
To bow to this flame,
If you've eyes, look but on her,
And blush while you blame.
Hath the pearl less whiteness
Because of its birth?
Hath the violet less brightness
For growing near earth?
No -- Man for his glory
To ancestry flies;
But Woman's bright story
Is told in her eyes.
While the Monarch but traces
Through mortals his line,
Beauty, born of the Graces,
Ranks next to Divine!
poem by Thomas Moore
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