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A Farewell to False Love a poem by Sir Walter Raleigh Farewell false love, the oracle of lies, A mortal foe and enemy to rest, An envious boy, from whom all cares arise, A bastard vile, a beast with rage possessed, A way of error, a temple full of treason, In all effects contrary unto reason. A poisoned serpent covered all with flowers, Mother of sighs, and murderer of repose, A sea of sorrows whence are drawn such showers As moisture lend to every grief that grows; A school of guile, a net of deep deceit, A gilded hook that holds a poisoned bait. A fortress foiled, which reason did defend, A siren song, a fever of the mind, A maze wherein affection finds no end, A raging cloud that runs before the wind, A substance like the shadow of the sun, A goal of grief for which the wisest run. A quenchless fire, a nurse of trembling fear, A path that leads to peril and mishap, A true retreat of sorrow and despair, An idle boy that sleeps in pleasure's lap, A deep mistrust of that which certain seems, A hope of that which reason doubtful deems. Sith* then thy trains my younger years betrayed,[since] And for my faith ingratitude I find; And sith repentance hath my wrongs bewrayed*,[revealed] Whose course was ever contrary to kind*:[nature] False love, desire, and beauty frail, adieu. Dead is the root whence all these fancies grew.
Unknown "Howie's Girl"
- 15 years, 9 months, 26 days ago
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The Sunburst Her first memory is of light all around her As she sits among pillows on a patchwork quilt Made out of uniforms, coat linings, petticoats, Waistcoats, flannel shirts, ball gowns, by Mother Or Grangmother, twenty stitches to every inch, A flawless version of World without End or Cathedral Window or a diamond pattern That radiates from the smallest grey square Until the sunburst fades into the calico. MICHAEL LONGLEY (b.1939)
Unknown "Howie's Girl"
- 15 years, 9 months, 26 days ago
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Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art Not in lone splendor hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient sleepless eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors; No yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever or else swoon to death.
Unknown "Howie's Girl"
- 15 years, 9 months, 26 days ago
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A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE... enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own, even if she never wants to or needs to... A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE something perfect to wear if the employer, or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour... A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE... a youth she's content to leave behind.... A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE... a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age... A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE... a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra... A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE... one friend who always makes her laugh... and one who lets her cry... A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE... a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her> family... A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ... eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal, that will make her guests feel honored... A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE... a feeling of control over her destiny. EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... how to fall in love without losing herself. EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... how to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend without ruining the friendship... EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... when to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK AWAY... EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... that she can't change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents.. EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... that her childhood may not have been perfect... but its over... EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... what she would and wouldn't do for love or more... EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it... EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW . whom she can trust, whom she can't, and why she shouldn't take it personally... EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... where to go... be it to her best friend's kitchen table... or a charming inn in the woods... when her soul needs soothing... EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... what she can and can't accomplish in a day... a month... and a year...
Unknown "Howie's Girl"
- 16 years, 6 months, 28 days ago
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A Farewell to False Love a poem by Sir Walter Raleigh A Farewell to False Love Farewell false love, the oracle of lies, A mortal foe and enemy to rest, An envious boy, from whom all cares arise, A bastard vile, a beast with rage possessed, A way of error, a temple full of treason, In all effects contrary unto reason. A poisoned serpent covered all with flowers, Mother of sighs, and murderer of repose, A sea of sorrows whence are drawn such showers As moisture lend to every grief that grows; A school of guile, a net of deep deceit, A gilded hook that holds a poisoned bait. A fortress foiled, which reason did defend, A siren song, a fever of the mind, A maze wherein affection finds no end, A raging cloud that runs before the wind, A substance like the shadow of the sun, A goal of grief for which the wisest run. A quenchless fire, a nurse of trembling fear, A path that leads to peril and mishap, A true retreat of sorrow and despair, An idle boy that sleeps in pleasure's lap, A deep mistrust of that which certain seems, A hope of that which reason doubtful deems. Sith* then thy trains my younger years betrayed,[since] And for my faith ingratitude I find; And sith repentance hath my wrongs bewrayed*,[revealed] Whose course was ever contrary to kind*:[nature] False love, desire, and beauty frail, adieu. Dead is the root whence all these fancies grew. Sir Walter Raleigh
Unknown "Howie's Girl"
- 16 years, 7 months, 21 days ago
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