I fear’d the fury of my wind
Would blight all blossoms fair and true;
And my sun it shin’d and shin’d,
And my wind it never blew…
| Charles Baudelaire
…Every flower exhales perfume like a censer;
The violin quivers like a tormented heart;
Melancholy waltz and languid vertigo!
The sky is sad and beautiful like an immense altar…
| William Blake
O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:
The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark
Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs,
Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.’
He hears me not, but o’er the yawning deep
Rides heavy; his storms are unchain’d, sheathèd
In ribbèd steel; I dare not lift mine eyes,
For he hath rear’d his sceptre o’er the world.
Who – with fidelity in love.
Who – with eternal aspirations.
Who – with sincerity to work.
Who – with generosity to care.
Who – the song, or hope,
Or with poetry, or dreams.
Man allegedly does not fly …
A wing has. A wing has!
Mom is such a special word
The loveliest I’ve ever heard
These words to you, above all the rest,
Mom, you’re so special,
You are simply the best!
|Robert Lee Frost
…If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
How beautiful is the rain!
Dear Heart, I think the young impassioned priest
When first he takes from out the hidden shrine
His god imprisoned in the Eucharist,
And eats the bread, and drinks the dreadful wine,
| Percy Bysshe Shelley
Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Among the stars that have a different birth,
And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?
I taught myself to live simply and wisely,
to look at the sky and pray to God,
and to wander long before evening
to tire my superfluous worries…
| William Shakespeare
Blow, blow, thou winter wind