One heart, one and cupid a kiss for a poem of love in portuguese
ONE HEART, ONE AND CUPID AKISS FOR A POEM OF LOVE INENGLISHTEMPORARY EXHIBITION
Ive a Pain in my Head by Jane Austen Ive a pain in my headSaid the suffering Beckford;To her Doctor so dread.Oh! what shall I take fort?Said this Doctor so dreadWhose name it was Newnham.For this pain in your headAh! What can you do Maam?Said Miss Beckford, SupposeIf you think theres no risk,I take a good DoseOf calomel brisk.--What a praise worthy Notion.Replied Mr. Newnham.You shall have such a potionAnd so will I too Maam.
Loves Secret by William BlakeNever seek to tell thy love,Love that never told can be;For the gentle wind doth moveSilently, invisibly.I told my love, I told my love,I told her all my heart,Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.Ah! she did depart!Soon after she was gone from me,A traveller came by,Silently, invisibly:He took her with a sigh.
Love and Life by John WilmotAll my past life is mine no more,The flying hours are gone,Like transitory dreams givn oer,Whose images are kept in storeBy memory alone.The time that is to come is not;How can it then be mine?The present moments all my lot;And that, as fast as it is got,Phyllis, is only thine.Then talk not of inconstancy,False hearts, and broken vows;If I, by miracle, can beThis live-long minute true to thee,Tis all that Heavn allows.
Love by William Shakespeare TELL me where is Fancy bred,Or in the heart or in the head?How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply.It is engenderd in the eyes,With gazing fed; and Fancy diesIn the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring Fancys knell: Ill begin it,--Ding, dong, bell.
Cupid Sleeping by Mary Darby Robinson Attund their notes to plaintive Love.[Inscribed to Her Grace the Duchess of Thus lay the Boywhen DEVONS feet Devonshire.] Unknowing reachd the lone retreat; Surprizd, to see the beauteous childCLOSE in a woodbines tangled shade, Of every dangrous powr beguild!The BLOOMING GOD asleep was laid; Approaching near his mossy bed,His brows with mossy roses crownd; Soft whispring to herself she said:-His golden darts lay scatterd round; " Thou little imp, whose potent artTo shade his auburn, curled head, " Bows low with grief the FEELING HEART;A purple canopy was spread, " Whose thirst insatiate, loves to sipWhich gently with the breezes playd, " The nectar from the ruby lip;And shed around a softend shade. " Whose barbrous joy is prone to seekUpon his downy smiling cheek, " The soft carnation of the cheek;Adorned with many a "dimple sleek," " Now, bid thy tyrant sway farewell,Beamd glowing health and tender blisses, " As thus I break each magic spell: "His coral lip which teemd with kisses Snatchd from the bough, where high it hung,Ripe, glistend with ambrosial dew, Oer her white shoulder straight she flungThat mockd the roses deepest hue. The burnishd quiver, golden dart,His quiver on a bough was hung, And each vain emblem of his art;His bow lay carelessly unstrung: Borne from his powr they now are seen,His breath mild odour scatterd round, The attributes of BEAUTYS QUEEN!His eyes an azure fillet bound: While LOVE in secret hides his tears;On every side did zephyrs play, DIAN the form of VENUS wears!To fan the sultry beams of day;While the soft tenants of the grove,
Love is enough by William MorrisLOVE is enough: though the World be a-waning,And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,Though the sky be too dark for dim eyes to discoverThe gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder,And this day draw a veil over all deeds passd over,Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter;The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alterThese lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.
Young Love by Andrew Marvell For his morning Sacrifice.Come little Infant, Love me now, Now then love me: time may takeWhile thine unsuspected years Thee before thy time away:Clear thine aged Fathers brow Of this Need weel Virtue make,From cold Jealousie and Fears. And learn Love before we may.Pretty surely twere to see So we win of doubtful Fate;By young Love old Time beguild: And, if good she to us meant,While our Sportings are as free We that Good shall antedate,As the Nurses with the Child. Or, if ill, that Ill prevent.Common Beauties stay fifteen; Thus as Kingdomes, frustratingSuch as yours should swifter Other Titles to their Crown, move; In the craddle crown their King,Whole fair Blossoms are too So all Forraign Claims to drown. greenYet for lust, but not for Love. So, to make all Rivals vain, Now I crown thee with my Love:Love as much the snowy Lamb Crown me with thy Love again,Or the wanton Kid does prize, And we both shall MonarchsAs the lusty Bull or Ram, prove.
New Love, New Life by Amy II. LevyI. Tis true,--in other days Have I unbarred the door;She, who so long has lain He knows the walks and ways--Stone-stiff with folded wings, Love has been here before.Within my heart againThe brown bird wakes and sings. Love blest and love accurst Was here in days long past;Brown nightingale, whose strain This time is not the first,Is heard by day, by night, But this time is the last.She sings of joy and pain,Of sorrow and delight.
OF LOVE: A SONNET by Robert HerrickHow Love came in, I do not know,Whether by theye, or ear, or no;Or whether with the soul it came,At first, infused with the same;Whether in part tis here or there,Or, like the soul, whole every where.This troubles me; but I as wellAs any other, this can tell;That when from hence she does depart,The outlet then is from the heart.
Jenny Kissed Me by James Henry Leigh Hunt Jenny kissed me when we met,Jumping from the chair she sat in;Time, you thief, who love to getSweets into your list, put that in!Say Im weary, say Im sad,Say that health and wealth have missed me,Say Im growing old, but add,Jenny kissed me.
Time of Roses by Thomas Hood It was not in the WinterOur loving lot was cast;It was the time of roses—We pluckd them as we passd!That churlish season never frowndOn early lovers yet:O no—the world was newly crowndWith flowers when first we met!Twas twilight, and I bade you go,But still you held me fast;It was the time of roses—We pluckd them as we passd!
Bridal Song by John Fletcher CYNTHIA, to thy power and thee We obey.Joy to this great company!And no dayCome to steal this night away Till the rites of love are ended,And the lusty bridegroom say, Welcome, light, of all befriended!Pace out, you watery powers below;Let your feet,Like the galleys when they row,Even beat;Let your unknown measures, setTo the still winds, tell to allThat gods are come, immortal, great,To honour this great nuptial!
Two Lovers by George Eliot Two parents by the evening fire:Two lovers by a moss-grown spring: The red light fell about their kneesThey leaned soft cheeks together On heads that rose by slow degrees there, Like buds upon the lily spire.Mingled the dark and sunny hair, O patient life!And heard the wooing thrushes sing. O tender strife!O budding time!O loves blest prime! The two still sat together there, The red light shone about theirTwo wedded from the portal stept: knees;The bells made happy carolings, But all the heads by slow degreesThe air was soft as fanning wings, Had gone and left that lonely pair.White petals on the pathway slept. O voyage fast!O pure-eyed bride! O vanished past!O tender pride! The red light shone upon the floorTwo faces oer a cradle bent: And made the space between themTwo hands above the head were wide; locked: They drew their chairs up side byThese pressed each other while they side, rocked, Their pale cheeks joined, andThose watched a life that love had said, "Once more!" sent. O memories!O solemn hour! O past that is!O hidden power!
To His Coy Love by Michael Drayton By me thou art prevented: Tis nothing to be plagued in hell, I pray thee leave, love me no more, But thus in heaven tormented.Call home the heart you gave me.I but in vain that saint adore Clip me no more in those dear arms,That can, but will not, save me: Nor thy lifes comfort call me;These poor half-kisses kill me quite; O, these are but too powerful charms,Was ever man thus served? And do but more enthral me.Amidst an ocean of delight But see how patient I am grown,For pleasure to be starved. In all this coil about thee; Come, nice thing, let my heart alone,Show me no more those snowy breasts I cannot live without thee!With azure riverets branched,Where whilst mine eye with plenty feasts,Yet is my thirst not stanched.O Tantalus, thy pains neer tell,
Confined Love by John Donne Some man unworthy to be possessorOf old or new love, himself being false or weak,Thought his pain and shame would be lesserIf on womankind he might his anger wreak,And thence a law did grow,One might but one man know;But are other creatures so?Are Sun, Moon, or Stars by law forbiddenTo smile where they list, or lend away their light?Are birds divorced, or are they chiddenIf they leave their mate, or lie abroad a-night?Beasts do no jointures loseThough they new lovers choose,But we are made worse than those.Who eer rigged fair ship to lie in harboursAnd not to seek new lands, or not to deal withal?Or built fair houses, set trees, and arbors,Only to lock up, or else to let them fall?Good is not good unlessA thousand it possess,But dost waste with greediness.
Boldness in Love by Thomas CarewMark how the bashful morn in vainCourts the amorous marigold,With sighing blasts and weeping rain,Yet she refuses to unfold.But when the planet of the dayApproacheth with his powerful ray,The she spreads, then she receivesHis warmer beams into her virgin leaves.So shalt thou thrive in love, fond boy;If thy tears and sighs discoverThy grief, thou never shalt enjoyThe just reward of a bold lover.But when with moving accents thouShalt constant faith and service vow,Thy Celia shall receive those charmsWith open ears, and with unfolded arms.
Love Constrained to Obedience by William Cowper Then all my servile works were done No strength of nature can suffice A righteousness to raise;To serve the Lord aright: Now, freely chosen in the Son,And what she has she I freely choose His ways. misapplies,For want of clearer light. "What shall I do," was then the word,How long beneath the law I lay "That I may worthier grow?"In bondage and distress; "What shall I render to the Lord?"I tolld the precept to obey, Is my inquiry now.But toild without success. To see the law by Christ fulfilledThen, to abstain from outward sin And hear His pardoning voice,Was more than I could do; Changes a slave into a child,Now, if I feel its power within, And duty into choice.I feel I hate it too.
Love Lives Beyond The Tomb by John Clare Tis heard in Spring When light and sunbeams, warm Love lives beyond the tomb, and kind,And earth, which fades like dew! On angels wingI love the fond, Bring love and music to the mind.The faithful, and the true. And wheres the voice,Love lives in sleep: So young, so beautiful, and sweetTis happiness of healthy dreams: As Natures choice,Eves dews may weep, Where Spring and lovers meet?But love delightful seems. Love lives beyond the tomb,Tis seen in flowers, And earth, which fades like dew!And in the mornings pearly dew; I love the fond,In earths green hours, The faithful, and the true.And in the heavens eternal blue.
Love and Friendship by Emily Bronte Love is like the wild rose-briar,Friendship like the holly-tree --The holly is dark when the rose-briar bloomsBut which will bloom most contantly?The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,Its summer blossoms scent the air;Yet wait till winter comes againAnd who wil call the wild-briar fair?Then scorn the silly rose-wreath nowAnd deck thee with the hollys sheen,That when December blights thy browHe may still leave thy garland green.
Loves Blindness by Alfred AustinNow do I know that Love is blind, for ICan see no beauty on this beauteous earth,No life, no light, no hopefulness, no mirth,Pleasure nor purpose, when thou art not nigh.Thy absence exiles sunshine from the sky,Seres Springs maturity, checks Summers birth,Leaves linnets pipe as sad as plovers cry,And makes me in abundance find but dearth.But when thy feet flutter the dark, and thouWith orient eyes dawnest on my distress,Suddenly sings a bird on every bough,The heavens expand, the earth grows less and less,The ground is buoyant as the ether now,And all looks lovely in thy loveliness.
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