My mistress and friend,
I and my heart put ourselves in your hands, begging you to have them suitors for your good favour , and that affection for them should not grow less through absence. For it would be a great pity to increase their sorrow since absence does it sufficiently, and more than ever i could have thought it possible reminding us of a point in astronomy , which is , that the longer the days are the farther off is the sun , and yet more fierce.
So it is with our love , for by absence we are parted , yet nevertheless it keeps its fervor , at least on my side , and i hope on yours also: assuring you that on my side the ennui of absence is already too much for me : and when i think of the increase of what i must need suffer would be well nigh unbearable for me were it not for the firm hope i have and as cannot be with you in person .
I am sending you the nearest possible thing to that , namely , my picture set in a bracelet.
Wishing myself in their place when it finally shall please you.
This by the hand of
Your loyal servant and friend.
H.Rex.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Captain Wentworth's love letter to Anne Elliot.
I can listen no longer in silence . I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach.
You pierce my soul.I am half agony , half hope. Tell me not that i am too late , that such precious feelings are gone forever.
I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own , than when you almost broke it eight years and a half ago.
Dare not say that a man forgets sooner than a woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you . Unjust i may have been , weak and resentful i have been but never inconstant. You alone brought me to Bath .For you alone i think and plan - Have you not seen this?Can you fail to understand my wishes.
I had not waited even these ten days , could i have read your feelings , as i think you have penetrated mine . I can hardly write . I am every instant hearing something that overpowers me . You sink your voice , but i can distinguish the tones of that voice , when they would be lost on others.Too good , too excellent creature!
You do us justice in deed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men.Believe it to be the most , fervent , most undeviating in.
F.W
You pierce my soul.I am half agony , half hope. Tell me not that i am too late , that such precious feelings are gone forever.
I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own , than when you almost broke it eight years and a half ago.
Dare not say that a man forgets sooner than a woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you . Unjust i may have been , weak and resentful i have been but never inconstant. You alone brought me to Bath .For you alone i think and plan - Have you not seen this?Can you fail to understand my wishes.
I had not waited even these ten days , could i have read your feelings , as i think you have penetrated mine . I can hardly write . I am every instant hearing something that overpowers me . You sink your voice , but i can distinguish the tones of that voice , when they would be lost on others.Too good , too excellent creature!
You do us justice in deed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men.Believe it to be the most , fervent , most undeviating in.
F.W
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Silvia
What light is light ?
If Silvia be not seen?
What joy is joy?
If Silvia be not by?
Unless it be to think that she is by . . .
and feed upon the shadow of perfection
Except i be by Silvia in the night
There is no music in the nightingale
Unless i look upon Silvia in the day
There is no day for me to look upon
She is my essence . . .
The Two Gentlemen of Verona.
William Shakespeare.
If Silvia be not seen?
What joy is joy?
If Silvia be not by?
Unless it be to think that she is by . . .
and feed upon the shadow of perfection
Except i be by Silvia in the night
There is no music in the nightingale
Unless i look upon Silvia in the day
There is no day for me to look upon
She is my essence . . .
The Two Gentlemen of Verona.
William Shakespeare.
Write it out love , someday you will live it out.
Words ,words,words . . .
Present , past of future tense
Rhyme or try to hyphen-ate
I know of words , young man
I know of pie crust promises
Those easily made and easily broken
Don't give me words
Give me your heart
Stir my spirit and un blight my soul
With your love and not your words
Words can deceive ...
Looking for the easiest convenience
Instead look into my eyes , I hide nothing from you
Hold my hand when you want to protect me
Don't say ... just do
And if you find yourself so inclined
Write to me , dear love
For i love letters and poetry among anything
Write it down and one day we'll live it out.
Present , past of future tense
Rhyme or try to hyphen-ate
I know of words , young man
I know of pie crust promises
Those easily made and easily broken
Don't give me words
Give me your heart
Stir my spirit and un blight my soul
With your love and not your words
Words can deceive ...
Looking for the easiest convenience
Instead look into my eyes , I hide nothing from you
Hold my hand when you want to protect me
Don't say ... just do
And if you find yourself so inclined
Write to me , dear love
For i love letters and poetry among anything
Write it down and one day we'll live it out.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Cynthia . . .
A Shepherd did warily gaze at the moon one fortnight,
Lying on his back chewing on the grass
Inhaling the nights air
Philosophy engulfed him, how the stars aligned,
the beauty of the crimson clouds overhead and constellations that were-
The magnificence of the night overtook him and something stirred within his soul
As if there was something drawing him closer and he finding that he had no objection
Caught by this sudden faction did he shut his eyes
little did he know . . .
Love , beauty was calling him
A place of wonder and daydream . . .
A lady he did see, so fair and he could not make her out
She knew him there yet she did not turn,
The Shepherd asked for the fair lady’s name
Did receive the reply: ‘Cynthia- goddess of the moon’.
The shepherd drawn by her –yet not knowing why so desperately wanted to gaze at her.
A mortal could never gaze upon a goddess,
And such in such divine tone she forbade his seeing her,
For her face was the very night , it's brightness and it's beauty
The light in the dark to be seen by all and not for one..
Even for love . .
He had seen her before, late at night when at the fields
He had seen her before in his dreams as the love of his dreams
So beautiful, pure and generous was she and he feared not being with her.
How could a lowly shepherd love a goddess?
Every night he would gaze into the sky and see her,
Feel an irrevocable bond the unexplainable
He would cry at the bitter night ,where he would feel his own longing
A lovers honest plea
The star-crossed love of a goddess and mortal –
The shepherd declared undying love for her
And Cynthia could not bear to see him so desolate
A bargain she did make , if he proved himself true
True love more potent to the limits of life itself
But at high price to be with her , he only had to love her alone
One condition did she did give: be still do not move,
I must come to you at an unknown time , then thereafter forever
With that the shepherd swore never to love another –
He awoke in the meadow, but there was no darkness
The moons light illuminated his way.
He took his beasts and went back to his lowly dwelling
Every night he would gaze at the moon –
Swearing to wait forever , for Cynthia
A love so close and yet so far ,
When the tidal waves would roar his heart would soar
The seasons came and went , the heat and the cold
Days passed into weeks and weeks months and years
but her words echoed in his memory …do not move…
She was soon forgotten, quietly replaced and became
Nothing but a beautiful fleeting memory
Cynthia it seemed was not real . . .
One mid summer’s night she did emerge to his lowly dwelling–
He thought his senses betray him ,
‘I am arrived.’
Come let us away love
We can now declare our love in the harsh light of day
No more waiting , or hiding
My , why are you so silent?
I know it has been long , but you love me as i you
Then there is nothing to doubt anymore
Our love will bring more beauty and such passion into the world
The Shepherd gazed into her beautiful eyes and could not utter a sound
He had dreamed all his life for this moment
He dreaded to cause her pain , for he saw innocence brimming in her eyes
He had not spoken when his wife curious as to what kept her Husband so long at the door ..
Alas! You have a wife !
But isn’t it always the way with mortals
They are rash creatures with no deep understanding
Anger filled her heart and where love was king
In her wrath she cursed him to never again see the moon
To see her , and his days would be filled in darkness
Oh, cruel love left Cynthia hollow...
She would have made him immortal..
And now
She doomed to be crushed
And he doomed to be dust –ash.
Lying on his back chewing on the grass
Inhaling the nights air
Philosophy engulfed him, how the stars aligned,
the beauty of the crimson clouds overhead and constellations that were-
The magnificence of the night overtook him and something stirred within his soul
As if there was something drawing him closer and he finding that he had no objection
Caught by this sudden faction did he shut his eyes
little did he know . . .
Love , beauty was calling him
A place of wonder and daydream . . .
A lady he did see, so fair and he could not make her out
She knew him there yet she did not turn,
The Shepherd asked for the fair lady’s name
Did receive the reply: ‘Cynthia- goddess of the moon’.
The shepherd drawn by her –yet not knowing why so desperately wanted to gaze at her.
A mortal could never gaze upon a goddess,
And such in such divine tone she forbade his seeing her,
For her face was the very night , it's brightness and it's beauty
The light in the dark to be seen by all and not for one..
Even for love . .
He had seen her before, late at night when at the fields
He had seen her before in his dreams as the love of his dreams
So beautiful, pure and generous was she and he feared not being with her.
How could a lowly shepherd love a goddess?
Every night he would gaze into the sky and see her,
Feel an irrevocable bond the unexplainable
He would cry at the bitter night ,where he would feel his own longing
A lovers honest plea
The star-crossed love of a goddess and mortal –
The shepherd declared undying love for her
And Cynthia could not bear to see him so desolate
A bargain she did make , if he proved himself true
True love more potent to the limits of life itself
But at high price to be with her , he only had to love her alone
One condition did she did give: be still do not move,
I must come to you at an unknown time , then thereafter forever
With that the shepherd swore never to love another –
He awoke in the meadow, but there was no darkness
The moons light illuminated his way.
He took his beasts and went back to his lowly dwelling
Every night he would gaze at the moon –
Swearing to wait forever , for Cynthia
A love so close and yet so far ,
When the tidal waves would roar his heart would soar
The seasons came and went , the heat and the cold
Days passed into weeks and weeks months and years
but her words echoed in his memory …do not move…
She was soon forgotten, quietly replaced and became
Nothing but a beautiful fleeting memory
Cynthia it seemed was not real . . .
One mid summer’s night she did emerge to his lowly dwelling–
He thought his senses betray him ,
‘I am arrived.’
Come let us away love
We can now declare our love in the harsh light of day
No more waiting , or hiding
My , why are you so silent?
I know it has been long , but you love me as i you
Then there is nothing to doubt anymore
Our love will bring more beauty and such passion into the world
The Shepherd gazed into her beautiful eyes and could not utter a sound
He had dreamed all his life for this moment
He dreaded to cause her pain , for he saw innocence brimming in her eyes
He had not spoken when his wife curious as to what kept her Husband so long at the door ..
Alas! You have a wife !
But isn’t it always the way with mortals
They are rash creatures with no deep understanding
Anger filled her heart and where love was king
In her wrath she cursed him to never again see the moon
To see her , and his days would be filled in darkness
Oh, cruel love left Cynthia hollow...
She would have made him immortal..
And now
She doomed to be crushed
And he doomed to be dust –ash.
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