Monday, February 29, 2016

A Goodly Apple Rotten At The Heart

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A goodly apple rotten at the heart:
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

~ William Shakespeare

Sunday, February 28, 2016

Kneeling Camel


The camel at the close of day
Kneels down upon the sandy plain
To have his burden lifted off
And rest again.

~ Anna Temple Whitney

Saturday, February 27, 2016

The Soul Should Always Stand Ajar


The soul should always stand ajar,
That if the heaven inquire,
He will not be obliged to wait,
Or shy of troubling her.

~ Emily Dickinson

Friday, February 26, 2016

Sweet Earthly Suns Of Spring


Warm daffodils about the garden beds
Peep through their pale slim leaves their golden heads,
Sweet earthly suns of spring.

~ John Clare

She Wore Flowers In Her Hair


She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes.

~ Arundhati Roy

Photo: Arundhati Roy - Ferrara, Italy 2011

The Carnation And The Pink


And in my flower-beds, I think,
Smile the carnation and the pink.

~ Rupert Brooke

Thursday, February 25, 2016

Won't You Come Into The Garden?


Won't you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you.

~ Richard Brinsley Sheridan

Painting: Girl and Roses by Auguste Toulmouche

My Chest Of Books


My Chest of Books divide among my friends.

~ John Keats

Painting: John Keats Reading by Joseph Severn

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Her Robes Flaunted With The Daffodils


While her robes flaunted with the daffodils.

~ John Keats

Here Lies One Whose Name Was Writ In Water


Here lies one whose name was writ in water.

~ John Keats

Photo: John Keats's Tombstone in Rome

O Spirit Of Love!


O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!

~ William Shakespeare

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Desire


Desire, desire! I have too dearly bought,
With price of mangled mind, thy worthless ware;
Too long, too long, asleep thou hast me brought,
Who shouldst my mind to higher things prepare.

~ Sir Philip Sidney

Leave Me, O Love


Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust;
And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things;
Grow rich in that which never taketh rust;
Whatever fades but fading pleasure brings.

~ Sir Philip Sidney

Painting: Portrait of a Young Man - said to be Sir Philip Sidney - 1595 - by Isaac Oliver

Monday, February 22, 2016

So Full Of Shapes Is Fancy


So full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical.

~ William Shakespeare

Painting: A Midsummer Night's Dream by Gustave Doré

How Ruddy Was Her Healthy Look!


How ruddy was her healthy look,
So early in the morning!

~ John Clare

Painting: The Haymaker by William-Adolphe Bouguereau

Enter This Wild Wood


Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs
No school of long experience, that the world
Is full of guilt and misery, and hast seen
Enough of all its sorrows, crimes and cares,
To tire thee of it, enter this wild wood
And view the haunts of Nature. The calm shade
Shall bring a kindred calm, and the sweet breeze
That makes the green leaves dance, shall waft a balm
To thy sick heart.

~ William Cullen Bryant

Sunday, February 21, 2016

Nature's Chaste Spirit


Could I cast off all the cares of tomorrow –
Could I forget all the fret of today,
Then, my heart free from the burdens I borrow,
Nature's chaste spirit her face would display.

~ Ellis Parker Butler

Sing To Me!


Sing to me! something of sunlight and bloom,
I am so compassed with sorrow and gloom,
I am so sick with the world's noise and strife,
Sing of the beauty and brightness of life.

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Saturday, February 20, 2016

The Perfect Love Affair


The perfect love affair is one which is conducted entirely by post.

~ George Bernard Shaw

Doorside Queen


The daffodil is our doorside queen;
She pushes upward the sword already,
To spot with sunshine the early green.

~ William Cullen Bryant

Winter Is Dead


She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
"Winter is dead."

~ A. A. Milne

Is It So Small A Thing?


Is it so small a thing
To have enjoy'd the sun,
To have lived light in the spring,
To have loved, to have thought, to have done?

~ Matthew Arnold

No Stir Of Air Was There


No stir of air was there,
Not so much life as on a summer's day
Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass,
But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.

~ John Keats

Past Grief


What's gone, and what's past help,
Should be past grief.

~ William Shakespeare

Photo: Statue of a Grieving Woman - Mount Olivet Cemetery - Nashville - Tennessee

Friday, February 19, 2016

Our Sweetest Songs


Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

Thursday, February 18, 2016

Sorrow


How beautiful, if sorrow had not made
Sorrow more beautiful than Beauty's self.

~ John Keats

Her Looks


Her looks were like a flow'r in May,
Her smile was like a summer morn.

~ Robert Burns

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

My Heart Is Like An Apple-Tree


My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit.

~ Christina Rossetti

Love's Feeling


Yet, no – not words, for they
But half can tell love's feeling;
Sweet flowers alone can say
What passion fears revealing.

~ Thomas Moore

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Time


Time travels in divers paces with divers persons.

~ William Shakespeare

Though Lovers Be Lost Love Shall Not


Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

~ Dylan Thomas

Photo: Cenotaphs of Shah Jahan and his wife Mumtaz Mahal inside The Taj Mahal.

The Flame Of Love


All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
All are but ministers of Love,
And feed his sacred flame.

~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Monday, February 15, 2016

"Why Do I Love" You, Sir?


"Why do I love" You, Sir?
Because –
The Wind does not require the Grass
To answer – Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.

~ Emily Dickinson

Sunday, February 14, 2016

Come, My Celia


Come, my Celia, let us prove,
While we can, the sports of love;
Time will not be ours forever;
He at length our good will sever.

~ Ben Jonson

Painting: The Courtship by Adrien Moreau

Saturday, February 13, 2016

Sweet Flower


I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet,
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.

~ John Clare

The Visionary Gleam


Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

~ William Wordsworth

Friday, February 12, 2016

Thursday, February 11, 2016

The Spirit Ditties Of No Tone


Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone.

~ John Keats

Photo: Grecian Urn (375-350 BC) showing the goddess Athena playing the Aulos (double flute), which she had just invented, as told by the poet Pindar in his Pythian Ode XII (6-30).

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Splendour In The Grass


What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind.

~ William Wordsworth

The Expiring Glory Of The Light


With lurid splendor that swift paled to gray,
I saw the dim skies suddenly flush bright.
'Twas but the expiring glory of the light
Flung from the hand of the adventurous day.

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Being Your Slave


Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?

~ William Shakespeare

I'm John Clare Now


I'm John Clare now. I was Byron and Shakespeare formerly.

~ John Clare

Photo: John Clare Statue & Cottage - Helpston - England

Tuesday, February 09, 2016

Bursting Into Flower


The daisy with its golden eye,
And primrose bursting into flower.

~ John Clare

Beautiful Reserve


One of the most attractive things about the flowers is their beautiful reserve.

~ Henry David Thoreau

Monday, February 08, 2016

These Cherry Blossoms


How many, many things
they call to mind,
these cherry blossoms!

~ Matsuo Basho

Sunday, February 07, 2016

Dandelion-Blossom


Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom, golden in the green grass,
This life can be.
Common as a dandelion-blossom, beautiful in the clean grass, not beautiful
Because common, beautiful because beautiful,
Noble because common, because free.

~ Edna St. Vincent Millay

The Prairie Dandelion


Poor, deluded Shawondasee!
'T was no woman that you gazed at,
'T was no maiden that you sighed for,
'T was the prairie dandelion
That through all the dreamy Summer
You had gazed at with such longing,
You had sighed for with such passion,
And had puffed away forever,
Blown into the air with sighing.
Ah! deluded Shawondasee!

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Water Lilies


The water-lilies on the meadow stream
Again spread out their leaves of glossy green.

~ John Clare

Saturday, February 06, 2016

One For The Other Given


My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange one for the other given.

~ Sir Philip Sidney

What's Mine Is Yours


What's mine is yours and what is yours is mine.

~ William Shakespeare