When I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hideLodged with me useless, though my soul more bentTo serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide; "Doth God exact day-labor, light denied?"I fondly ask. But Patience, to …
Continue reading Poetry: Milton – When I consider how my light is spent
When my love swears that she is made of truth,I do believe her, though I know she lies,That she might think me some untutored youth,Unlearnèd in the world’s false subtleties.Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,Although she knows my days are past the best,Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue:On both sides thus is simple …
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"This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long." Let us love well and rejoice in these days that we have while we walk them, taking in stride all that the seasons bring with them. #Sonnet73
Robert Burns was a character. One of my favorite of the Romantic poets, he took romanticism a little too seriously than was appropriate. And though he did eventually settle down, I tend to find poems like "A Red, Red Rose" somewhat ironic. "As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,So deep in luve am I;And I …
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