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Thread: The Seasons
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12-18-2016, 10:24 AM #101
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12-19-2016, 06:44 PM #102
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12-21-2016, 07:19 AM #103
Winter Stores*
Charlotte Brontë
(published under her nom de plume, Currer Bell, 1846)
We take from life one little share
And say that this shall be
A space, redeemed from toil and care
From tears and sadness free
And, haply, death unstrings his bow
And sorrow stands apart
And, for a little while, we know
The sunshine of the heart
Existence seems a summer eve
Warm, soft, and full of peace
Our free, unfettered feelings give
The soul its full release
A moment, then, it takes the power
To call up thoughts that throw
Around that charmed and hallowed hour
This life’s divinest glow
But time, though viewlessly it flies
And slowly, will not stay
Alike, through clear and clouded skies
It cleaves its silent way
Alike the bitter cup of grief
Alike the draught of bliss
Its progress leaves but moment brief
For baffled lips to kiss
The sparkling draught is dried away
The hour of rest is gone
And urgent voices, round us, say
“'Ho, lingerer, hasten on!”
And has the soul, then, only gained
From this brief time of ease
A moment’s rest when overstrained
One hurried glimpse of peace?
No, while the sun shone kindly over us
And flowers bloomed 'round our feet
While many a bud of joy before us
Unclosed its petals sweet
An unseen work within was plying
Like honey-seeking bee
From flower to flower, unwearied, flying
Laboured one faculty
Thoughtful for winter’s future sorrow
Its gloom and scarcity
Prescient to-day, of want to-morrow
Toiled quiet memory
’Tis she that from each transient pleasure
Extracts a lasting good
’Tis she that finds, in summer, treasure
To serve for winter’s food
And when youth’s summer day is vanished
And age brings winter’s stress
Her stores, with hoarded sweets replenished
Life’s evening hours will bless
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12-22-2016, 04:51 AM #104
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12-24-2016, 06:37 AM #105
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12-25-2016, 09:53 AM #106
Bridge Of Hope
Poem: Ezeden Esayed
Artist: Lara Fabian
I want to believe
That my prayers are being heard
Lately it seems
They have all been wasted words
How many prayers will it take
How many tears must we cry
Till we can walk across that Bridge of Hope
To Peace on the other side
I know we could change
The sadness into smiles
If we could all see the world
Through the eyes of a child
How many prayers will it take
How many tears must we cry
Till we can walk across that Bridge of Hope
To Peace on the other side
If everybody has the same thoughts
And everybody shares the same dream
Can't we get together
And make this world a better place
I had a dream
All our hatred turned into love
And every river of tears
Dried up into dust
Every woman and man
Standing side by side
Then we walked across that Bridge of Hope
To Peace on the other side
I want to believe
That my prayers are being heard
Lately it seems
They have all been wasted words
How many prayers will it take
How many tears must we cry
Till we can walk across that Bridge of Hope
To Peace on the other side
Can we walk across that Bridge of Hope
And find Peace
Sweet Peace
On the other side?
Last edited by passenger; 07-01-2017 at 01:15 PM.
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12-26-2016, 06:01 AM #107
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12-27-2016, 05:49 AM #108
Biển. Núi. Rừng. Những cánh đồng hoa.
Bốn mùa đi qua ngạt ngào hương ký ức.
Trên vai thời gian miên viễn xanh.
Bài thơ Anh.
Je t'aime!
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12-27-2016, 07:35 AM #109
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12-28-2016, 01:45 PM #110
In a period of spiritual desolation
Soul is suffered by a mystic in which
All sense of consolation is removed
Dark
As the night
Without
You
Last edited by passenger; 07-01-2017 at 01:10 PM.