GORDON B HINCKLEY 15TH PRESIDENT OF THE CHURCH PASSED AWAY ON JANUARY 27 2008 HE WAS 97 YEARS THE OLDEST MAN EVER TO SERVE AS PRESIDENT AND YET HE NEVER FORGOT WHAT IT WAS LIKE TO BE A CHILD
PRESIDENT HINCKLEY WAS BORN ON JUNE 23 1910 IN SALT LAKE CITY UTAH AS A BOY HE PRAYED NEXT TO HIS BED EACH NIGHT HE LATER RECALLED JUMPING INTO MY BED AFTER I HAD SAID AMEN PULLING THE COVERS UP AROUND MY NECK AND THINKING OF WHAT I HAD JUST DONE IN SPEAKING TO MY FATHER IN HEAVEN IN THE NAME OF HIS SON I DID NOT HAVE A GREAT KNOWLEDGE OF THE GOSPEL BUT THERE WAS SOME KIND OF LINGERING PEACE AND SECURITY IN COMMUNING WITH THE HEAVENS IN AND THROUGH THE LORD JESUS YOUNG GORDON WAS A GOOD BOY BUT HE WAS'T PERFECT ONCE HIS MOTHER WASH HIS MOUTH WITH SOAP FOR USING A BAD WORD A WORD HE NEVER USED AGAIN GORDON SUFFERED FROM ASTHMA SO HIS FATHER BOUGHT A SMALL FARM IN THE COUNTRYSIDE WHERE HE COULD BREATHE CLEAN AIR DURING SUMMER VACATION FROM SHOOL HE AND HIS BROTHER SERM WORKED HARD WEEDING THE GARDEN PICKING FRUIT AND DOING OTHER CHORES THE FUTURE PROPHET LEARNED THAT HARD WORK MUST COME BEFORE THE HARVEST EACH AFTER NOON THE BOYS PLAYED JUMPING OFF HAYSTACKS AND PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK EACH NIGHT THEY SLEPT IN A WAGON BOX UNDER THE STARS GORDON NOTED THAT WHILE THE OTHER STARS APPEARED TO MOVE THE NORTH STAR HELD IT POSITION THE POLAR STAR CAME TO MEAN SOMETHING TO ME HE LATER REPORTED I RECOGNIZED IT AS CONSTANT IN THE MIST OF CHANGE IT WAS SOMETHING THAT COULD ALWAYS BE COUNTED ON HE DETERMINED THAT HE TOO WOULD BE TRUSTWORTHY PRESIDENT HINCKLEY SERVED AS S AN ASSISTANT TO THE QUORM OF THE TWELVE A MEMBER OF THE QUORM OF THE TWELVE AND A COUNSLEY IN THE FIRST PRESIDENCY HE WAS ORDAINED AND SET APART AS PRESSIDET OF THE CHURCH ON MARCH 12 1995 PRESIDENT HINCKLEY WAS A HAPPY OPTIMISTIC MAN WHO BELIEVE THERE WAS A SPARK OF DIVINITY WITHIN ALL OF US HE CALLED ON US TO BE GRATEFUL SMART CLEA TRUE HUMBLE AND PRAYERFUL HE COUNSLED US TO STAND A LITTLE TALLER TO BE STRONG DECENT COURTEOUS AND ABOVE MORE CHRISTLIKE IN THE MIDST OF HIS MANY DUTIES PRESIDENT HICKLEY NEVER FORGOT THE CHILDREN E PROVED THAT HE CARED ABOUT YOU THROUGH HIS ACTIONS HE TRAVELED ALMOST A MILLION MILES TO VISIT YOUR COUNTRIES HE SPOKE TO YOU AND SHOOK YOUR HANDS HE INVITIED YOU TO JOIN HIM AS HONORED GUESTS TO HELP LAY TEMPLE CORNERSTONES WE KNOW THAT YOU LOVED PRESIDENT HINCKLEY AND THIS GOOD KIND MAN LOVE YOU HIS LIFE WILL ALWAYS BE A SHINING EXAMPLE FOR YOU TO FOLLOW.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
FREINDS BY EMAIL
TORNADO SCARE BY HANNAH J AGE 6 GEOGIA
WHEN I GOT HOME FROM SCHOOL THERE WAS A TORNADO WATCH AND I CRIED BECAUSE I WAS SCARED I FELT THAT I SHOULD PRAY FOR THE PEOPLE NEAR THE TORNADOES AND FOR THE TORNADOES TO STOP COMING OUR WAY I STILL DIDN'T FEEL BETTER THEN MY MOM TOLD ME TO PRAY SO I PRAYEDIN MY MIND THAT I WOULD FEEL BETTER A LITTLE BIT LATER MY TEARS WENT AWAY WHEN MY DAD CAME HOME WE WATCHED THE NEWS AND THERE WERE NO TORNADOES COMING OUR WAY
PRIESTHOOD HEALING BY PEYTON B AGE 7 VIRGINA
WHEN I WAS THREE YEARS OLD MY MOM WAS COOKING AND SET A CUP OF BOILING WATER ON THE COUNTER I GRABBED THE CUP AND ACCIDENTALLY SPILL IT ON MY TUMMY THE HOT WATER HURT MY SKIN AND I CRIED DAD GAVE ME A PRIESTHOOD BLESSING AND PRAYED THAT I WOULD BE HEALED THE NEXT MORNING I WOKE UP
AND THERE WAS ONLY A SMALL RED SPOT WHERE I HAD BEEN BURN SO BADLY I HAVE A TESTIMONY THAT THE POWER OF THE PRIESTHOOD HEALS
GENERAL CONFERENCE CHARITY BY SARAH W AGE 8 IDAHO
FOR MY EIGHT BIRTHDAY MY DAD DECIDED TO TAKE ME TO GENERAL CONFERENCE HE TRIED REALLY HARD TO GET TICKETS BUT HE COULD' FIND ANY WE DECIDE TO JUST TRY AND GET TICKETS THE DAY OF CONENFERENCE BEFORE IT STARTED IT WAS POURING RAIN WE WERE ASKING PEOPLE IF THEY HAD ANY EXTRA TICKETS BUT NO ONE DID MY DAD ASK A MAN IF HE HAD ANY EXTRAS HE SAID HE DID'NT THEN HE TURN AROUND AND SAID ACTUALLY IA HAVE ONE EXTRA TICKET AND HE GAVE IT TO US THEN ANOTHER KIND WOMAN GAVE US A TICKET DURING CONFERENCE I FELT A GOOD FEELING INSIDE AFTERWARD MY DAD AND I SAID A PRAYER THANKING HEAVENLY FATHER FOR ALL THE SPECIAL THINGS HE DID FOR US THAT DAY
WHEN I GOT HOME FROM SCHOOL THERE WAS A TORNADO WATCH AND I CRIED BECAUSE I WAS SCARED I FELT THAT I SHOULD PRAY FOR THE PEOPLE NEAR THE TORNADOES AND FOR THE TORNADOES TO STOP COMING OUR WAY I STILL DIDN'T FEEL BETTER THEN MY MOM TOLD ME TO PRAY SO I PRAYEDIN MY MIND THAT I WOULD FEEL BETTER A LITTLE BIT LATER MY TEARS WENT AWAY WHEN MY DAD CAME HOME WE WATCHED THE NEWS AND THERE WERE NO TORNADOES COMING OUR WAY
PRIESTHOOD HEALING BY PEYTON B AGE 7 VIRGINA
WHEN I WAS THREE YEARS OLD MY MOM WAS COOKING AND SET A CUP OF BOILING WATER ON THE COUNTER I GRABBED THE CUP AND ACCIDENTALLY SPILL IT ON MY TUMMY THE HOT WATER HURT MY SKIN AND I CRIED DAD GAVE ME A PRIESTHOOD BLESSING AND PRAYED THAT I WOULD BE HEALED THE NEXT MORNING I WOKE UP
AND THERE WAS ONLY A SMALL RED SPOT WHERE I HAD BEEN BURN SO BADLY I HAVE A TESTIMONY THAT THE POWER OF THE PRIESTHOOD HEALS
GENERAL CONFERENCE CHARITY BY SARAH W AGE 8 IDAHO
FOR MY EIGHT BIRTHDAY MY DAD DECIDED TO TAKE ME TO GENERAL CONFERENCE HE TRIED REALLY HARD TO GET TICKETS BUT HE COULD' FIND ANY WE DECIDE TO JUST TRY AND GET TICKETS THE DAY OF CONENFERENCE BEFORE IT STARTED IT WAS POURING RAIN WE WERE ASKING PEOPLE IF THEY HAD ANY EXTRA TICKETS BUT NO ONE DID MY DAD ASK A MAN IF HE HAD ANY EXTRAS HE SAID HE DID'NT THEN HE TURN AROUND AND SAID ACTUALLY IA HAVE ONE EXTRA TICKET AND HE GAVE IT TO US THEN ANOTHER KIND WOMAN GAVE US A TICKET DURING CONFERENCE I FELT A GOOD FEELING INSIDE AFTERWARD MY DAD AND I SAID A PRAYER THANKING HEAVENLY FATHER FOR ALL THE SPECIAL THINGS HE DID FOR US THAT DAY
Friday, August 7, 2009
poems
1 THE LAKE OF DISMAL SWAMP
THEY MADE HER A GRAVE TOO COLD AND DAMP FOR A SOUL SO WARM AND TRUE AND SHE'S GONE TO THE LAKE OF DISMAL SWAMP WHERE ALL NIGHT LONG BY A FIREFLY LAMP SHE PADDLES HER WHITE CANOE AND HER FIREFLY LAMP I SOON WILL SEE AND HER PADDLE I SOON SHALL HEAR LONG AND LOVING OUR LIFE SHOULD BE AND I'LL HIDE THE MAID IN THE CYPRESS TREE WHEN THE FOOTSTEP OF DEATH IS NEAR AWAY TO DISMAL SWAMP HE SPEEDS HIS PATH WAS RUGGED AND SORE THROUGH TANGLED JUNIPER BEDS OF REEDS THROUH MANY A FEN WHERE THE SERPENT FEEDS AND MAN NEVER TROD BEFORE AND WHEN ON THE EARTH HE SANK TO SLEEP IF SLUMBER HIS EYELIDS KNEW HE LAY WHERE THE DEADLY VINE DOTH WEEP ITS VENMOUS TEAR AND NIGHTLY STEEP THE FLESH WITH BLISTERING DEW AND NEAR HIM THE SHE WOLF STIRR'D THE BRAKE AND THE COPPER SNAKE BREATHED IN HIS EAR TILL HE STARTING CRIED FROM HIS DREAM AWAKE OH WHEN SHALL I SEE THE DUSKY LAKE AND THE WHITE CANOE OF MY DEAR HE SAW THE LAKE A METOR BRIGHT QUICK OVER ITS SURFACE PLAY'D WELCOME HE SAID MY DEAR ONE'S LIGHT AND THE DIM SHORE ECHO'D FOR MANY A NIGHT THE NAME OF THE DEATH COLD MAID TIL HE HOLLOW'D A BOAT OF THE BIRCHEN BARK WHICH CARRIED HIM OFF FROM SHORE FAR FAR HE FOLLOW'D THE METOR SPARK THE WINDS WAS HIGH AND THE CLOUDS WERE DARK AND THE BOAT RETURN'D NO MORE BUT OFT FROM THE INDIAN HUNTER'S CAMP THIS LOVER AND MAID SO TRUE ARE SEEN AT THE HOUR OF MIDNIGHT DAMP TO CROSS THE LAKE BY A FIREFLY LAMP AND PADDLE THEIR WHITE CANOE THOMAS MOORE
THEY MADE HER A GRAVE TOO COLD AND DAMP FOR A SOUL SO WARM AND TRUE AND SHE'S GONE TO THE LAKE OF DISMAL SWAMP WHERE ALL NIGHT LONG BY A FIREFLY LAMP SHE PADDLES HER WHITE CANOE AND HER FIREFLY LAMP I SOON WILL SEE AND HER PADDLE I SOON SHALL HEAR LONG AND LOVING OUR LIFE SHOULD BE AND I'LL HIDE THE MAID IN THE CYPRESS TREE WHEN THE FOOTSTEP OF DEATH IS NEAR AWAY TO DISMAL SWAMP HE SPEEDS HIS PATH WAS RUGGED AND SORE THROUGH TANGLED JUNIPER BEDS OF REEDS THROUH MANY A FEN WHERE THE SERPENT FEEDS AND MAN NEVER TROD BEFORE AND WHEN ON THE EARTH HE SANK TO SLEEP IF SLUMBER HIS EYELIDS KNEW HE LAY WHERE THE DEADLY VINE DOTH WEEP ITS VENMOUS TEAR AND NIGHTLY STEEP THE FLESH WITH BLISTERING DEW AND NEAR HIM THE SHE WOLF STIRR'D THE BRAKE AND THE COPPER SNAKE BREATHED IN HIS EAR TILL HE STARTING CRIED FROM HIS DREAM AWAKE OH WHEN SHALL I SEE THE DUSKY LAKE AND THE WHITE CANOE OF MY DEAR HE SAW THE LAKE A METOR BRIGHT QUICK OVER ITS SURFACE PLAY'D WELCOME HE SAID MY DEAR ONE'S LIGHT AND THE DIM SHORE ECHO'D FOR MANY A NIGHT THE NAME OF THE DEATH COLD MAID TIL HE HOLLOW'D A BOAT OF THE BIRCHEN BARK WHICH CARRIED HIM OFF FROM SHORE FAR FAR HE FOLLOW'D THE METOR SPARK THE WINDS WAS HIGH AND THE CLOUDS WERE DARK AND THE BOAT RETURN'D NO MORE BUT OFT FROM THE INDIAN HUNTER'S CAMP THIS LOVER AND MAID SO TRUE ARE SEEN AT THE HOUR OF MIDNIGHT DAMP TO CROSS THE LAKE BY A FIREFLY LAMP AND PADDLE THEIR WHITE CANOE THOMAS MOORE
POEMS
1. TO ALTHEA FROM PRISON
WHEN LOVE WITH UNCONFINED WINGS HOVERS WITHIN MY GATES AND MY DIVINE ALTHEAA BRINGS TO WHISPER AT MY GRATES WHEN I LIE TANGLED IN HER HAIR AND FETTERED WITH HER EYE THE BIRDS THAT WANTON IN THE AIR KNOW NO SUCH LIBERTY WHEN FLOWING CUPS PASS SWIFTLY ROUND WITH NO ALLAYING THAMES OUR CARELESS HEADS WITH ROSES CROWNED OUR HEARTS WITH LOYAL FLAMES WHEN THIRSTY GRIEF IN WINE WE STEEP WHEN HEALTH AND DRAUGHTS GO FREE FISHES THAT TIPPLE IN THE DEEP KNOW NO SUCH LIBERY WHEN LINNET LIKE CONFINED WITH SRILLER THROAT SHALL SING THE MERCY SWEETNESS MAJESTY AND GLORIES OF MY KING WHEN I SHALL VOICE ALOUD HOW GOOD HE IS HOW GREAT SHOULD BE THE ENLARGED WINDS THAT CURL THE FLOOD KNOW NO SUCH LIBERY STONE WALLS DONOT A PRISON MAKE NO IRON BARS A CAGE MINDS INNONCENT AND QUIET TAKE THAT FOR AN HERMITAGE IF I HAD FREEDOM IN MY LOVE AND IN MY SOUL AM FREE ANGELS ALONE THAT SOAR ABOVE EJOY SUCH LIBERY RICHARD LOVELACE
2 BELIEVE ME IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS
BELIEVE ME IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS WHICH I GAZW SO FONDLY TODAY WERE TO CHANGE BY TOMORROW AND FLEET IN MY ARMS LIKE FAIRY GIFTS FADING AWAY THOU WOULDST STILL BE ADORED AS THIS MOMENT THOU ART LET THY LOVELINESS FADE AS IT WILL AND AROUND THE DEAR RUIN EACH WISH OF MY HEART WOULD ENTWINE ITSELF VERDANTLY STILL IT IS NOT BEAUTY AND YOUTH ARE THINE OWN AND THY CHEEKS UNPROFANED BY A TEAR THAT THE FERVOR AND FAITH OF A SOUL MY BE KNOWN TO WHICH TIME WILL BUT MAKE THEE MORE DEAR NO THE HEART THAT HAS TRULY LOVED NEVVER FORGETS BUT AS TRULY LOVES ON TO THE CLOSE AS THE SUNFLOWER TURNS TO HER GOD WHEN HE SETS THE SAME LOOK WHICH SHE TURNED WHEN HE ROSE THOMAS MOORE
WHEN LOVE WITH UNCONFINED WINGS HOVERS WITHIN MY GATES AND MY DIVINE ALTHEAA BRINGS TO WHISPER AT MY GRATES WHEN I LIE TANGLED IN HER HAIR AND FETTERED WITH HER EYE THE BIRDS THAT WANTON IN THE AIR KNOW NO SUCH LIBERTY WHEN FLOWING CUPS PASS SWIFTLY ROUND WITH NO ALLAYING THAMES OUR CARELESS HEADS WITH ROSES CROWNED OUR HEARTS WITH LOYAL FLAMES WHEN THIRSTY GRIEF IN WINE WE STEEP WHEN HEALTH AND DRAUGHTS GO FREE FISHES THAT TIPPLE IN THE DEEP KNOW NO SUCH LIBERY WHEN LINNET LIKE CONFINED WITH SRILLER THROAT SHALL SING THE MERCY SWEETNESS MAJESTY AND GLORIES OF MY KING WHEN I SHALL VOICE ALOUD HOW GOOD HE IS HOW GREAT SHOULD BE THE ENLARGED WINDS THAT CURL THE FLOOD KNOW NO SUCH LIBERY STONE WALLS DONOT A PRISON MAKE NO IRON BARS A CAGE MINDS INNONCENT AND QUIET TAKE THAT FOR AN HERMITAGE IF I HAD FREEDOM IN MY LOVE AND IN MY SOUL AM FREE ANGELS ALONE THAT SOAR ABOVE EJOY SUCH LIBERY RICHARD LOVELACE
2 BELIEVE ME IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS
BELIEVE ME IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS WHICH I GAZW SO FONDLY TODAY WERE TO CHANGE BY TOMORROW AND FLEET IN MY ARMS LIKE FAIRY GIFTS FADING AWAY THOU WOULDST STILL BE ADORED AS THIS MOMENT THOU ART LET THY LOVELINESS FADE AS IT WILL AND AROUND THE DEAR RUIN EACH WISH OF MY HEART WOULD ENTWINE ITSELF VERDANTLY STILL IT IS NOT BEAUTY AND YOUTH ARE THINE OWN AND THY CHEEKS UNPROFANED BY A TEAR THAT THE FERVOR AND FAITH OF A SOUL MY BE KNOWN TO WHICH TIME WILL BUT MAKE THEE MORE DEAR NO THE HEART THAT HAS TRULY LOVED NEVVER FORGETS BUT AS TRULY LOVES ON TO THE CLOSE AS THE SUNFLOWER TURNS TO HER GOD WHEN HE SETS THE SAME LOOK WHICH SHE TURNED WHEN HE ROSE THOMAS MOORE
Thursday, August 6, 2009
poems FRO
1 JENNY KISSED ME BY LEIGH HUNT
JENNY KISSED ME WHEN WE MET JUMPING FROM THE CHAIR SHE SAT IN TIME YOU THIEF WHO LOVE TO GET SWEETS INTO YOUR LIST PUT THAT IN SAY I'M WEARY SAY I'M SAD SAY THAT HEALTH AND WEALTH HAVE MISSED ME SAY I'M GROWING OLD JENNY KISSED ME
2 SAID THE ROSE BY GEORGE H MILES
I AM WEARY OF THE GARDEN SAID THE ROSE FOR THE WINTER WINDS ARE SIGHING ALL MY PLAYMATES ROUND ME DYING AND MY LEAVES WILL SOON BE LYING 'NEATH THE SNOW BUT I HEAR MY MISTRESS COMING SAID THE ROSE SHE WILL TAKE ME TO HER CHAMBER WHERE THE HONYSUCKLES CLAMBER AND I'LL BLOOM THERE ALL DECEMBER SPITE THE SNOWS SWEETER FELL HER LILY FINGER THAN THE BEE AH HOW FEEBLY I RESISTED SMOTHED MY THORNS AND EV'N ASSISTED AS ALL BLUSHING I WAS TWISTED OFF MY TREE AND SHE FIXED ME IN HER BOSOM LIKE A STAR AND I FLASHED THERE ALL THAT MORNING JASMIN HONEYSUCKLE SCORNING PARASITES FOREVER FAWNING THAT THEY ARE AND WHEN EVENING CAME SHE SET ME IN A VASE ALL OF RARE AND RADIANT METAL AND I FELT HER RED LIPS SETTLE O MY LEAVES TILL EACH PROUD PETAL TOUCHED HER FACE AND I SHONE ABOUT HER SLUMBERS LIKE A LIGHT AND I SAID INSTEAD OF WEEPING IN THE GARDEN VIGIL KEEPING HERE I WATCH MY MISTRESS SLEEPING EVERY NIGHT BUT WHEN MORNING WITH ITS SUNBEAMS SOFTLY SHONE IN THE MIRROR WHERE SHE BRAIDED HER BROWN HAIR I SAW HOW JADED OLD AND COLORLWSS AND FADED I HAD GROWN NOT A DROP OF DEW WAS ON ME FROM MY LEAVES NO ODOR STARTED ALL MY PEFUME HAD DEPARTED I LAY PALE AND BROKEN HEARTED IN THE SUN STILL I SAID HER SMILE IS BETTER THAN THE RAIN THOUGH MY FRAGANCE MAY FORSAKE ME TO HER BOSOM SHE WILL TAKE ME AND WITH CRIMSON KISSES MAKE ME YOUNG AGAIN SHE TOOK ME GAZED A SECOND HALF A SIGH THEN ALAS CAN HEARTS SO HARDEN WITHOUT EVER ASKING PARDON THREW ME BACK IN TO THE GARDEN THERE TO DIE HOW THE JEALOUS GARDEN GLORIED IN MY FALL HOW THE HONEYSUCKLE CHID ME HOW THE SNEERING JASMINS BID ME LIGHT THE LONG GRAY GRASS THAT HID ME LIKE A PALL THERE I LAY BENEATH HER WINDOW IN A SWOON TILL THE EARTHWORM O'ER ME TRAILING WOKE ME JUST AT TWILIGHT'S FALLING AS TO THE WHIP POOR WILL WAS WAILING TO THE MOON BUT I HEAR THE STORM WINDS STIRING IN THEIR LAIR AND I KNOW THEY SOON WILL LIFT ME IN THEIR GIANT ARMS AND SIFT ME INTO ASHES AS THEY DRIFT ME THROUGH THE AIR SO I PRAY THEM IN THEIR MERCY JUST TO TAKE FROM MY HEARTS OR NEAR IT THE LAST LEAVING LEAF AND BEAR IT TO HER FEET AND BID HER WEAR FOR MY SAKE
3 WALK SLOWLY BY ADELAIDE LOVE
IF YOU SHOULD GO BEFORE ME DEAR WALK SLOWLY DOWN THE WAYS OF DEATH WELL WORN AND WIDE FOR I WOULD WANT TO OVERTAKE YOU QUICKLY AND SEEK THE JOURNEY'S ENDING BY YOUR SIDE I WOULD BE SO FORLORN NOT TO DESCRY YOU DOWN SOME SHINING HIGH ROAD WHEN I CAME WALK SLOWLY DEAR AND OFTEN LOOK BEHIND YOU AND PAUSE TO HEAR IF SOMEONE CALLS YOUR NAME
JENNY KISSED ME WHEN WE MET JUMPING FROM THE CHAIR SHE SAT IN TIME YOU THIEF WHO LOVE TO GET SWEETS INTO YOUR LIST PUT THAT IN SAY I'M WEARY SAY I'M SAD SAY THAT HEALTH AND WEALTH HAVE MISSED ME SAY I'M GROWING OLD JENNY KISSED ME
2 SAID THE ROSE BY GEORGE H MILES
I AM WEARY OF THE GARDEN SAID THE ROSE FOR THE WINTER WINDS ARE SIGHING ALL MY PLAYMATES ROUND ME DYING AND MY LEAVES WILL SOON BE LYING 'NEATH THE SNOW BUT I HEAR MY MISTRESS COMING SAID THE ROSE SHE WILL TAKE ME TO HER CHAMBER WHERE THE HONYSUCKLES CLAMBER AND I'LL BLOOM THERE ALL DECEMBER SPITE THE SNOWS SWEETER FELL HER LILY FINGER THAN THE BEE AH HOW FEEBLY I RESISTED SMOTHED MY THORNS AND EV'N ASSISTED AS ALL BLUSHING I WAS TWISTED OFF MY TREE AND SHE FIXED ME IN HER BOSOM LIKE A STAR AND I FLASHED THERE ALL THAT MORNING JASMIN HONEYSUCKLE SCORNING PARASITES FOREVER FAWNING THAT THEY ARE AND WHEN EVENING CAME SHE SET ME IN A VASE ALL OF RARE AND RADIANT METAL AND I FELT HER RED LIPS SETTLE O MY LEAVES TILL EACH PROUD PETAL TOUCHED HER FACE AND I SHONE ABOUT HER SLUMBERS LIKE A LIGHT AND I SAID INSTEAD OF WEEPING IN THE GARDEN VIGIL KEEPING HERE I WATCH MY MISTRESS SLEEPING EVERY NIGHT BUT WHEN MORNING WITH ITS SUNBEAMS SOFTLY SHONE IN THE MIRROR WHERE SHE BRAIDED HER BROWN HAIR I SAW HOW JADED OLD AND COLORLWSS AND FADED I HAD GROWN NOT A DROP OF DEW WAS ON ME FROM MY LEAVES NO ODOR STARTED ALL MY PEFUME HAD DEPARTED I LAY PALE AND BROKEN HEARTED IN THE SUN STILL I SAID HER SMILE IS BETTER THAN THE RAIN THOUGH MY FRAGANCE MAY FORSAKE ME TO HER BOSOM SHE WILL TAKE ME AND WITH CRIMSON KISSES MAKE ME YOUNG AGAIN SHE TOOK ME GAZED A SECOND HALF A SIGH THEN ALAS CAN HEARTS SO HARDEN WITHOUT EVER ASKING PARDON THREW ME BACK IN TO THE GARDEN THERE TO DIE HOW THE JEALOUS GARDEN GLORIED IN MY FALL HOW THE HONEYSUCKLE CHID ME HOW THE SNEERING JASMINS BID ME LIGHT THE LONG GRAY GRASS THAT HID ME LIKE A PALL THERE I LAY BENEATH HER WINDOW IN A SWOON TILL THE EARTHWORM O'ER ME TRAILING WOKE ME JUST AT TWILIGHT'S FALLING AS TO THE WHIP POOR WILL WAS WAILING TO THE MOON BUT I HEAR THE STORM WINDS STIRING IN THEIR LAIR AND I KNOW THEY SOON WILL LIFT ME IN THEIR GIANT ARMS AND SIFT ME INTO ASHES AS THEY DRIFT ME THROUGH THE AIR SO I PRAY THEM IN THEIR MERCY JUST TO TAKE FROM MY HEARTS OR NEAR IT THE LAST LEAVING LEAF AND BEAR IT TO HER FEET AND BID HER WEAR FOR MY SAKE
3 WALK SLOWLY BY ADELAIDE LOVE
IF YOU SHOULD GO BEFORE ME DEAR WALK SLOWLY DOWN THE WAYS OF DEATH WELL WORN AND WIDE FOR I WOULD WANT TO OVERTAKE YOU QUICKLY AND SEEK THE JOURNEY'S ENDING BY YOUR SIDE I WOULD BE SO FORLORN NOT TO DESCRY YOU DOWN SOME SHINING HIGH ROAD WHEN I CAME WALK SLOWLY DEAR AND OFTEN LOOK BEHIND YOU AND PAUSE TO HEAR IF SOMEONE CALLS YOUR NAME
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
poems
1.A WOMAN'S LAST WORD BY ROBERT BROWNING
LET'S CONTEND NO MORE LOVE STRIVE NOR WEEP ALL BE AS BEFORE LOVE ONLY SLEEP WHAT SO WILD AS WORDS ARE I AND THOU IN DEBATE AS BIRDS ARE HAWK ON BOUGH SEE THE CREATURE STALKING WHILE WE SPEAK HUSH AN HIDE THE TALKING CHEEK ON CHEEK WHAT SO FALSE AS TRUTH IS FALSE TO THEE WHERE THE SERPNT'S TOOTH IS SHUN THE TREE WHERE THE APPLE REDDENS NEVER PRY LEST WE LOSE OUR EDENS EVE AND I BE A GOD AND HOLD ME WITH A CHARM BE A MAN AND FOLD ME WITH THINE ARM TEACH ME ONLY TEACH LOVE AS I OUGHT I WILL SPEAK THY SPEECH LOVE THINK THY THOUGHT MEET IF THOU REQUIRE IT BOTH DEMANDS LAYING FLESH AND SPIRIT IN THY HANDS THAT SHALL BE TOMORROW NOT TONIGHT I MUST BURY SORROW OUT OF SIGHT MUST A LITTLE WEEP MY LOVE FOOLISH ME AND SO FALL ASLEEP LOVE LOVED BY THEE
2 SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY BY LORD BYRON
SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY LIKE THE NIGHT OF CLOUDLESS CLIMES AND STARRY SKIES AND ALL THAT'S BEST OF DARK AND BRIGHT MEETS IN HER ASPECT AND HER EYES THUS MELLOW'D TO THAT TENDER LIGHT WHICH HEAVEN TO GAUDY DAY DENIES ONE SHADE THE MORE ONE RAY THE LESS HAD HALF MPAIR'D THE NAMELESS GRACE WHICH WAVES IN EVEN RAVEN TRESS OR SOFTLY LIGHTENS O'ER HER FACE WHERE THOUGHTS SERENELY SWEET EXPRESS HOW PURE HOW DEAR THEIR DWELLING PLACE AND ON THAT CHEEK AND O'ER THAT BROW SO SOFT SO CALM YET ELOQUENT THE SMILES THAT WINS THE TINTS THAT GLOW BUT TELL OF DAYS IN GOODNESS SPENT A MIND AT PEACE WITH ALL BELOW A HEART WHOSE LOVE IS INNOCENT
LET'S CONTEND NO MORE LOVE STRIVE NOR WEEP ALL BE AS BEFORE LOVE ONLY SLEEP WHAT SO WILD AS WORDS ARE I AND THOU IN DEBATE AS BIRDS ARE HAWK ON BOUGH SEE THE CREATURE STALKING WHILE WE SPEAK HUSH AN HIDE THE TALKING CHEEK ON CHEEK WHAT SO FALSE AS TRUTH IS FALSE TO THEE WHERE THE SERPNT'S TOOTH IS SHUN THE TREE WHERE THE APPLE REDDENS NEVER PRY LEST WE LOSE OUR EDENS EVE AND I BE A GOD AND HOLD ME WITH A CHARM BE A MAN AND FOLD ME WITH THINE ARM TEACH ME ONLY TEACH LOVE AS I OUGHT I WILL SPEAK THY SPEECH LOVE THINK THY THOUGHT MEET IF THOU REQUIRE IT BOTH DEMANDS LAYING FLESH AND SPIRIT IN THY HANDS THAT SHALL BE TOMORROW NOT TONIGHT I MUST BURY SORROW OUT OF SIGHT MUST A LITTLE WEEP MY LOVE FOOLISH ME AND SO FALL ASLEEP LOVE LOVED BY THEE
2 SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY BY LORD BYRON
SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY LIKE THE NIGHT OF CLOUDLESS CLIMES AND STARRY SKIES AND ALL THAT'S BEST OF DARK AND BRIGHT MEETS IN HER ASPECT AND HER EYES THUS MELLOW'D TO THAT TENDER LIGHT WHICH HEAVEN TO GAUDY DAY DENIES ONE SHADE THE MORE ONE RAY THE LESS HAD HALF MPAIR'D THE NAMELESS GRACE WHICH WAVES IN EVEN RAVEN TRESS OR SOFTLY LIGHTENS O'ER HER FACE WHERE THOUGHTS SERENELY SWEET EXPRESS HOW PURE HOW DEAR THEIR DWELLING PLACE AND ON THAT CHEEK AND O'ER THAT BROW SO SOFT SO CALM YET ELOQUENT THE SMILES THAT WINS THE TINTS THAT GLOW BUT TELL OF DAYS IN GOODNESS SPENT A MIND AT PEACE WITH ALL BELOW A HEART WHOSE LOVE IS INNOCENT
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
poems
1. SONNET FROM THE PORTUGESE BY ELIZABETH BARRET BROWNING
FIRST TIME HE KISSED ME HE BUT ONLY KISS'D THE FINGER THIS HAND WHEREWITH I WRITE AND EVER SINCE IT GREW MORE CLEAN AND WHITE SLOW TI WORLD GREETING QUICK WITH ITS OH LIST WHEN THE ANGELS SPEAK A RING OF AMETHYST I COULD NOT HERE PLAINER TO MY SIGHT THAN THAT FIRST KISS THE SECOND PASS'D IN HEIGHT THE FIRST SOUGHT THE FOREHEAD AND HALF MISS'D HALF FALLING IB THE HAIR OH BEYOND MEED THAT WAS TGHE CHRISM OF LOVE WHICH LOVE'S OWN CROWN WITH SANCTIFYING SWEETNESS DID PRECEDE THE THIRD UPON MY LIPS WAS FOLDED DOWN IN PERFECT PURPLE STATE SINCE WHEN INDEED I HAVE BEEN PROUD AND SAID MY LOVE MY OWN
2 A WOMAN'S SHORTCOMINGS BY ELIZABETH BARRET BROWN ING
SHE HAS LAUGHED AS SOFTLY AS IF SHE SIGHED SHE HAS COUNTED SIX AND OVER OF A PURSE WELL FILLED AND A HEART WELL TRIED OH EACH WORTHY HEY LOVER THEY GIVE HER TIME FOR HER SOUL MUST SLIP WHERE THE WORLD HAS SET THE GROOVING SHE WILL LIE TO NONE WITH HER FAIR RED LIP BUT LOVE SEEKS TRUER LOVING SJE TREMBLES HER FANS IN A SWEETNESS DUMB AS HER THOUGHTS WERE BEYOND RECALLING WITH A GLANCE FOR ONE AND A GLANCE FOR SOME FOR HER EYELIDS RISING AND FALLING SPEAKS COMMON WORDS WITH A LUSHFUL AI HEAR BOLD WORDS UN REPROVING BUT HER SILENCE SAYS WHAT SHE NEVER WILL SWEAR AND LOVES SEEKS BETTER LOVING GO LADY LEAN TO THE NIGHT GUITAR AND DROP A SMILE TO THE BRINGER THEN SMILE SWEETTLY WHEN HE IS A FAR AT THE VOICE OF AN INDOOR SINGER BASK TENERLY BENEATH TENDER EYES GLANCE LIGHTLY ON THEIR RREMOVING AND JOIN NEW VOWS TO OLD PERJURIES BUT DARE NOT Call IT LOVING UNLESS YOU CAN THINK WHEN THE SONG IS DONE NO OTHER IS SOFT IN THE RHYTHM UNLESS YOU CAN FEEL WHEN LEFT BY ONE THAT ALL MEN ELSE GO WITH HIM UNLESS YOU CAN KNOW WHEN UNPRAISED NY HIS BREATH THAT YOUR BEAUTY ITSELF WANT PROVINGG UNLESS YOU CAN SWEAR FOR LIFE OR DEATH OH FEAR TO CALL IT LOVING UNLESS YOU CAN MUSE IN A CROWD AL DAY ON THE ABSENT FACE THAT FIXED YOU UNLESS YOU CAN LOVE AS THE ANGELS MAY WITH THE BREADTH OF HEAVEN BETWIXT YOU UNLESS YOU CAN DREAM THAT HIS FAITH IS FAST THROUGH UNBEHOVING UNLESS YOU CAN DIE WHEN THE DREAM IS PAST O NEVER CALL IT LOVING
FIRST TIME HE KISSED ME HE BUT ONLY KISS'D THE FINGER THIS HAND WHEREWITH I WRITE AND EVER SINCE IT GREW MORE CLEAN AND WHITE SLOW TI WORLD GREETING QUICK WITH ITS OH LIST WHEN THE ANGELS SPEAK A RING OF AMETHYST I COULD NOT HERE PLAINER TO MY SIGHT THAN THAT FIRST KISS THE SECOND PASS'D IN HEIGHT THE FIRST SOUGHT THE FOREHEAD AND HALF MISS'D HALF FALLING IB THE HAIR OH BEYOND MEED THAT WAS TGHE CHRISM OF LOVE WHICH LOVE'S OWN CROWN WITH SANCTIFYING SWEETNESS DID PRECEDE THE THIRD UPON MY LIPS WAS FOLDED DOWN IN PERFECT PURPLE STATE SINCE WHEN INDEED I HAVE BEEN PROUD AND SAID MY LOVE MY OWN
2 A WOMAN'S SHORTCOMINGS BY ELIZABETH BARRET BROWN ING
SHE HAS LAUGHED AS SOFTLY AS IF SHE SIGHED SHE HAS COUNTED SIX AND OVER OF A PURSE WELL FILLED AND A HEART WELL TRIED OH EACH WORTHY HEY LOVER THEY GIVE HER TIME FOR HER SOUL MUST SLIP WHERE THE WORLD HAS SET THE GROOVING SHE WILL LIE TO NONE WITH HER FAIR RED LIP BUT LOVE SEEKS TRUER LOVING SJE TREMBLES HER FANS IN A SWEETNESS DUMB AS HER THOUGHTS WERE BEYOND RECALLING WITH A GLANCE FOR ONE AND A GLANCE FOR SOME FOR HER EYELIDS RISING AND FALLING SPEAKS COMMON WORDS WITH A LUSHFUL AI HEAR BOLD WORDS UN REPROVING BUT HER SILENCE SAYS WHAT SHE NEVER WILL SWEAR AND LOVES SEEKS BETTER LOVING GO LADY LEAN TO THE NIGHT GUITAR AND DROP A SMILE TO THE BRINGER THEN SMILE SWEETTLY WHEN HE IS A FAR AT THE VOICE OF AN INDOOR SINGER BASK TENERLY BENEATH TENDER EYES GLANCE LIGHTLY ON THEIR RREMOVING AND JOIN NEW VOWS TO OLD PERJURIES BUT DARE NOT Call IT LOVING UNLESS YOU CAN THINK WHEN THE SONG IS DONE NO OTHER IS SOFT IN THE RHYTHM UNLESS YOU CAN FEEL WHEN LEFT BY ONE THAT ALL MEN ELSE GO WITH HIM UNLESS YOU CAN KNOW WHEN UNPRAISED NY HIS BREATH THAT YOUR BEAUTY ITSELF WANT PROVINGG UNLESS YOU CAN SWEAR FOR LIFE OR DEATH OH FEAR TO CALL IT LOVING UNLESS YOU CAN MUSE IN A CROWD AL DAY ON THE ABSENT FACE THAT FIXED YOU UNLESS YOU CAN LOVE AS THE ANGELS MAY WITH THE BREADTH OF HEAVEN BETWIXT YOU UNLESS YOU CAN DREAM THAT HIS FAITH IS FAST THROUGH UNBEHOVING UNLESS YOU CAN DIE WHEN THE DREAM IS PAST O NEVER CALL IT LOVING
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