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I was 37 and considered past it. I would get compromise while the silent partner would have had the wholehearted best of you. That ardent, warrior youth you seemed so nostalgic for. I would become the bath-chair pusher, the caretaker, witness to your decline. That was never my style.

Careless with people. Other people might mistake it for carefree; not the same thing at all. I am free of care because I care less. I was not vigilant enough even about myself, as Call Me - Ringo* - Музыкальная Mp3 Коллекция (1970-2005) turned out.

If I had, I might have noticed the giveaway pellet of hardness on the underside of my breast, right over my heart. The clock struck six and a girl breezed in. She had long, sand-coloured hair and a gapped fringe. She wore something filmy and floral. Girlie was territorial about you, fixed you with her big eyes and talked — a lot — some breathless account during which she would snatch your hand for emphasis, or poke you playfully on the arm. You played with the ends of her hair and gazed at her with an unseemly kind of yearning that made me look away.

Then you leaned in and kissed her. She was bruised into silence by your lips. That was something you used to do with me. In mid-flight I would find my words smothered by your mouth. Looking at it now, I recognised desire.

As you disengaged, another person joined you, a boy this time. He had a face whose features seemed in untimely progression. His mane of nondescript hair grazed his dejected-looking shoulders. I christened him Lionheart, but it was you, with your dark looks, that consumed my attention.

I kept you constantly in my sight-lines and every so often our eyes would meet and lock for a moment, though as the pub filled up with office workers, it was harder to maintain a clear line of vision. Girlie produced a phone and I could hear you planning the rest of your night.

You wanted to go to a gig with a band called Methuselah, Girlie wanted to go for something to eat. Lionheart eyed Girlie, then you — he seemed to have the casting vote. Between the standing army of drinkers, I kept on catching your eye. A quizzical eye, at first, lightly sardonic, then more calculating, curious. This is how it was when we met. I felt, somehow, you were communicating with me, over the heads of your friends and the Friday night crowd.

But what were you saying? Not in that way, I mean. Not in the pained malignant way of the unrequited. I was requited. During that The Strand - Seamus Heaney - The Spirit Level with you I was more alive and more unhappy than I had ever been. Maybe the two go together. Now I am chronically content and half-dead. Yours, as it turned out. Or the silent partner?

So I ended it. Chop chop. A swift guillotine. I remember your face when I said it — here on this very spot. You started bargaining furiously.

On my account. A gesture. Our gestures give us away. Even when we were together, I hated being early. Waiting for someone I was never sure of, full of dread about being hit upon by amateur predators.

If anyone was a predator in this situation it was me. It seemed important this time around that you leave me. Finally at half seven, the three of you rose, gathering up your stuff and pushed out into the main thoroughfare of the pub. Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5)in a pincer movement, three of the suited ones moved into claim your space.

She looked back at you briefly then bounced towards the exit where Lionheart was waiting patiently. I could see his face lighting up as she approached. Ah, so it was her he was after. He pulled open the door and she darted through it. He followed her. You turned towards me. I felt panicky but told myself to stop. You were going to the toilets, maybe, or using the side-door, the one that opened out on to a laneway, the one I used to favour when we were together.

I could see your head bobbing up and down as you weaved your way around the crowd that stood between us. I was trapped; this was too close for comfort. I had not banked on our worlds actually colliding like this. You stopped in front of me. Chemo fugue, my friends say.

But no, I knew you had fathered only daughters. A trick of the mind, the light. But no, it was none of that. He was more earnest than I expected. You were never earnest; had it beaten out of you, you said, in the rough justice of boarding school.

You were playful in company, serious in bed. A lighter voice than yours; age makes us growl and grate. He folded himself on to the small stool opposite me that had remained empty except as a repository for bags and jackets. He laid these carefully on the banquette seat beside me. If it was a delaying tactic, it worked.

What was he going to say? Could he do me for harassment? Young people are touchy about this sort of thing and I had not kept custody of the eyes, as we were instructed in convent school. No outlandish accusations, then. I tried to squeeze by him but he grabbed my arm.

To turn the clock back, I wanted to say. He gripped my wrist and looked up at me imploringly. There was the steel I knew from your eyes, the grit of refusal. I shook him off, my folly made manifest. I tried to wriggle out of our awkward embrace.

Who gave up on me? Are you? There was a ripple of anticipation in those around us; a pub crowd recognises when there is a row brewing. What I wanted to say was yes. Yes to everything. Except to the accusation of motherhood. I had come for you. But the wrong you. I yanked my hand away and ploughed my way through the crowds of drinkers, jogging elbows and upsetting drinks as I went.

I stepped out into the laneway where more shirt-sleeved drinkers had spilled out into the golden evening. Once clear of them, I ran. I ran, clutching my false hair in case I should lose it too.

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I counted it as a lucky escape, a remission of sorts. A second collection of linked stories, Diasporais forthcoming from Jonathan Cape. Lise Gaston. Photo by Josh Davidson. What nonsense we talk: we scratch names into smoked glass, tongue the caulk between the stones, hiss our lies through air conditioning. We scratch names into smoked glass, tongues speech-torn, felted and furred.

Speech-torn, felted and furred we press our warm bodies into the walls, what nonsense. We plug water fountains with our ripped and bitten nails, we crab-walk the gaping faceless hallways, we graffiti our genitalia Eosforos Rex Infernus - Thou Art Lord - Eosforos the ground.

We rip out the water fountains, biting each other, our bones grind through the escalators, we graffiti our genitalia. On the ground, we press red ears to the thrumming. Our hard, skilled fingers nothing but caulk between the stones— but I wanted to tell you still how lovely we are, in our grave and vital nonsense. Tonight he will eat with another woman, a fragile woman who dislikes me. At home: bread, cream cheese, avocado.

A damp eighteenth-century novel. And sickness comes. Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5) bats your head with greasy paws. For you had planned. That feeling when hands behind your face pull skin into your skull. The day Sympathie Is Geen Liefde - Willy Sommers - Met Sympathie filled with federal custodians trying to contain leaks, and other hierarchies of willful abstraction.

When you awoke. He offers it to you now. She lives in Berkeley, California. And since those poems almost 1, in number continue to surprise and dazzle us with their linguistic ingenuity and psychological penetration, it is even harder to believe that Emily Dickinson was born years ago!

Famously, she spent much of her later, secluded life in her garden or writing in her room in the family house in Amherst. Her penchant for privacy far exceeded that of Thoreau, who had augmented Naturethe seminal work of his mentor Emerson, with Waldenthe record of a temporary retreat to the woods, to live and write in solitude.

Yet her reach matched theirs in capaciousness. The relatively open-minded Christianity of Elizabeth Holland and her husband may have freed Dickinson to confide such thoughts. A few years later, she would put this fusion of Nature and Heaven, of the physical and spiritual senses, into poetry.

What we see, hearand know is Nature: a harmonious Heaven whose simplicity is superior to our supposed wisdom:. William Wordsworth. That disciple of Wordsworth and mentor to Emily Dickinson, Ralph Waldo Emerson, was also attuned to the sort of earthly paradise that appealed to both Emilys. There are many passages in which Emerson, a peculiarly grounded Transcendentalist, evokes an earthly paradise.

Ralph Waldo Emerson. There she is, the matchless Earth! Milton himself may have been open to the idea of Heaven as a projection of earthly happiness complete with a terrestrial landscape. In a notably legalistic affirmation of earth, included in an letter to a lawyer, her increasingly skeptical brother Austin, she goes even further:. He might as well have been thinking of Emily Dickinson, and her audacious, even blasphemous preference for the tangible things of this earth, to be cherished above thoughts of an otherworldly Heaven, an abstract place offensive to our nature.

The invasive force in her Earthly Paradise was less the worm than the frost. The link between the fading and freezing-by-frost of her flowers on the one hand, and the death of those she cannot waken on the other, becomes a dominant motif. Her cherishing of a Heaven-like Earth is sometimes Foreseen - Foreseen with the pain inflicted from above.

Austin [her brother] is ill of fever. I buried my garden last week—our man, Dick, lost a little girl through scarlet fever…. Democratic Death! Virginia Woolf. This letter has become controversial. Dalloway [Norton Critical Edition], She then makes her central point, one I would emphasize as well:. With the cadences of Ecclesiastes and the Elizabethans always vivid in her ear, it was only natural that Dickinson should express the communion and equality of all living forms in death.

The Gardens of Emily Dickinson [], At times at least, she includes a vision of transcendence for believers, the hope of spiritual resurrection.

I am quoting from a touching letter of Octoberanticipating the arrival of Austin. The theme kindles her prose into poetry, minus the line-breaks in fact, Johnson prints it as a poem, 2. A third of a century later, we have a remarkably similar letter in which, at least for her beloved brother, there is an autumnal harbinger of a spiritual as well as a natural spring to come. IV.

Finale (Animé) - Renaud Capuçon, Gautier Capuçon, Frank Braley - Ravel* - Sonates & Trio plants went into camp last night, their tender armor insufficient for the crafty nights. In the final stanza, Christian and Hebraic vocabulary yields to pagan. That transience extends to all animal life.

This poem, written in late or earlywas enclosed in a laconic January note to her epistolary semi-mentor, Thomas Wentworth Higginson, with whom she had not corresponded for eighteen months. Would you instruct me now? Samuel Bowles. Though of course haunted by the thought of immortality, Dickinson was also dubious. In an letter to Samuel Bowles, she adopts an ironic, pretension-mocking tone.

Summer stopped since you were here. Nobody noticed her—that is, no men and women. Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5) this is not for us.

Business enough indeed, our stately Resurrection! A special Courtesy, I judge, from what the Clergy say! Letters From the outset, he had advised the innocent sufferer to abase himself. So much for Bildad-like groveling! Like the image of the wormthat of dust reflects the Calvinist estimate of human worthlessness. Despite his seeming straightforwardness, God committed a dubious act an inconsistency emphasized by the alliterated candid and contraband. In fashioning us as he did, he set up, between dust Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5) immortal spirit, not so much a creative tension as a radical contradiction.

That vindictive God himself supplied the right word. At such moments, Emily Dickinson sounds like her considerably more public contemporary, Mark Twain, who made no Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5) of his religious skepticism, but who nevertheless refrained from publishing his most vitriolic attacks on the Judeo-Christian God, a divinity We Are - Vertical Horizon - Everything You Want described, even before his dark final decade, as both duplicitous and cruel.

He was reminding us that we love beautiful transient things because they are mutable, doomed to vanish. In a floral image that would have appealed to Emily Dickinson, who would die shortly after this letter was written, he spoke of Rosengeruch des Unwiederbringlichen : the faint rose-breath of what can never be brought back.

Franklin Harvard U. Thomas H. Johnson Little, Brown,and often reprinted. Her letters are cited from the three-volume but continuously-paginated The Letters of Emily Dickinsoned.

John O. Hayden, 2 vols. Hyder E. Rollins, 2 vols. Joel Porte Library of America, Patrick J. Though he has written on a wide range of topics, his areas of special interest have been 19th and 20th-century poetry in the Romantic tradition; Irish literature and history; the interactions of literature with philosophic, religious, and political thinking; the impact of Nietzsche on certain 20th century writers; and, most recently, Transatlantic studies, exploring the influence of German Idealist philosophy and British Romanticism on American writers.

Shambhavi Roy. F iction writers often struggle with various questions related to subplots: How should I structure my subplots? How much space should my subplots consume? What kind of relationship should the subplot bear to the main plot? Should the subplot be congruent or opposed to the main plot? Aristotle taught that the best plots proceed through a series of reversals and recognitions. It is the magnet to which all other narrative elements attach.

Plot is something, I believe, that can be coaxed into being. What is preventing her from getting it? What does she do about Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5) various obstacles in her way? What is the outcome of what she does? Therefore take no thought, saying, What shall we eat?

For I Confuse The Society - Lethal Compression - Demo(I) all these things do the Gentiles seek: for your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof. This is all very well as an instruction to a Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5) brotherhood.

The Buddha had given identical instructions six hundred years before. You will wear three robes, he said to his disciples, you will pluck them from the corpses on the burning-ghat.

You will take a bowl, and you will go around the village every morning and beg your rice. But as advice to the whole world it is lunacy.

It would not be communism, but suicide. The sowing of wheat and cotton is certainly taking thought for the morrow. No doubt the hardiest of humanity should be able to survive by adopting the life of their cousins the monkeys.

But we cannot assume that Mr. Shaw would regard this as an ideal state of society, though few reasonable people would consider it very much worse than what we have at present! It is evident from other passages that Jesus upheld the Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5) of property as firmly as the Duke of Wellington.

It has already been shown that Jesus was quite whole-hearted in his support of the Mosaic law. He was annoyed, in fact, because they had set casuists to work upon it. For God commanded, saying, Honour thy father and mother: and, He that curseth father or mother, let him die the death.

But ye say, whosoever shall say to his father or his mother, It is a gift, by whosoever thou mightest be profited by me; and honour not his father or his mother, he shall be free. Thus have ye made the commandment of God of none effect by your tradition.

Ye hypocrites, well did Eseias prophesy of you saying, This people draweth nigh unto me with their mouth, and honoureth me with their lips; but their heart is far from me.

But in vain they do worship me, teaching for doctrines the commandments of men. Now the Mosaic law is extraordinarily individualistic. One cannot think of any provision of it which sounds like an approach to communism. Verily I say unto thee, Thou shalt by no means come out thence, till thou hast paid the uttermost farthing. In the beginning of the sixth chapter he advocates the giving of alms in secret. Is it a misunderstanding of communism to suppose that almsgiving is incompatible with it?

Then one said unto him, Behold, thy mother and thy brethren stand without, desiring to speak with thee. But he answered and said unto him that told him, Who is my mother? And he stretched forth his hand toward his disciples, and said, Behold my mother and my brethren! For Fucked-Up Pendulum - DJ Krush - Holonic The Self Megamix shall do the will of my Father which is in heaven, the same is my brother, and sister, and mother.

Here again, we have the normal attitude of the religious teacher of the East. There is no evidence that he intended this as general advice to the world. In the matter of marriage, Jesus is quite as strict as the average Catholic or Church of England bishop. Read Matthew, chapter XIX, verses 3 to And he answered and said unto them, have ye not read, that he which made them at the beginning made them male and female, And said, For this cause shall a man leave father and mother, and shall cleave to his wife: and they twain shall be one flesh.

That therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder. They say unto him, Why did Moses then command to give a writing of divorcement and to put her away? And I say unto you, whosoever shall put away his wife, except it be for fornication, and shall marry another, committeth adultery: and whoso marrieth her which is put away doth commit adultery.

His disciples say unto him, If the case of the man be so with his wife, it is not good to marry. But he said unto them, All men cannot receive this saying, save they to whom it is given. Here Jesus definitely says that he does not expect all men to adopt the happy-go-lucky, promiscuous existence which we call the religious life. He makes the welfare of a wife depend upon her fidelity as strictly as any other lawgiver. In fact, the theory is that the rights of the wife are so paramount, that she can only forfeit them by the one act of absolutely unpardonable treachery, in which case she becomes an outcast from humanity altogether.

Easy divorce is universally recognized, both by its friends and by its enemies, as a step toward socialism. It is to be remembered also that even in the time of Jesus divorce was terrible punishment, when the cause was fornication, for the divorced woman had no means of livelihood. Under the Mosaic law the punishment was death for both parties offending; see Leviticus chapter XX, verse And Jesus objected! Shaw next says that Christ advocates the abandonment of revenge and punishment, apparently on the strength of Matthew, chapter V, verses 43 and But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you.

Shaw's own Androcles seems to have been that kind of person. The doctrine is not to be taken any further than this. Matthew, chapter X, 14, Verily I say unto you, It shall be more tolerable for the land of Sodom and Gomorrah in the day of judgment, than for that city.

Matthew, XI, 21 to But I say unto you, it shall be more tolerable for Tyre and Sidon at the day of judgment, than for you. And thou Capernaum, which art exalted unto heaven, shalt be brought down to hell: for if the mighty works, which have been done in thee, had been done in Sodom, it would have remained until this day.

Matthew XII, 31, And whosoever speaketh a word against the Son of Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5)it shall be forgiven him: but whosoever speaketh against the Holy Ghost, it shall not be forgiven him, neither in this world, neither in the world to come. Woe unto the world because of offences! Wherefore if thy hand or thy foot offend thee, cut them off, and cast them from thee: it is better for thee to enter into life halt or maimed, rather than having two hands or two feet to be cast into everlasting fire.

But they made light of it, and went their ways, one to his farm, another to his merchandise: And the remnant took his servants, and entreated them spitefully, and slew them.

But when the king heard thereof, he was wroth! Then saith he to his servants: The wedding is ready, but they which were bidden were not worthy. Go ye therefore into the highways, and as many as ye shall find bid to the marriage. So those servants went out into the highways, and gathered together all as many as they found, both bad and good: and the wedding was furnished with guests. And when the king came in to see the guests, he saw there a man which had not on a wedding garment: And he saith unto him, Friend, how camest thou in hither not having a wedding garment?

And he was speechless. Golden Johnny - Toon Hermans - Herinneringen Aan said the king to the servants, Bind him hand and foot, and take him away, and cast him into the outer darkness; there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth. Matthew XXIV 50 and Matthew XXV, 31 and Then shall the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, When saw we thee an hungered, and fed thee? When saw we thee with a stranger, and took thee in?

Or when saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came unto thee? And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me. Then shall he also say unto them on the left hand, Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels: For I was an hungered, and ye gave me no meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me no drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me not in: naked, and ye clothed me not: sick, and in prison, and ye visited me not.

Then shall they also answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungered, or athirst or a stranger, or naked, or sick, or in prison, and did not minister unto thee?

Then shall he answer them, saying, Verily I say unto you, inasmuch as ye did it not to one of the least of these, ye did it not to me. It is hard to suppose that Mr. Shaw thought that all the preachers of hell-fire from the apostles themselves all the way down through Turricremata and Calvin to Charles Spurgeon and Billy Sunday had no warrant for their doctrine in the actual words of Jesus!

Shaw would have done better to have sought his authority in the works of Percy Bysshe Shelley. Even the Manchester School had some such conception. We think it certainly incumbent upon Mr.

Shaw to quote some words of Jesus, which will allow us at least to compare him with Manu or Plato. It is to be observed that there is no marked distinction between the parables attributed to Jesus and those of the ordinary Eastern sage. Yet the latter usually illustrates some spiritual truth, or applaud some virtue; the former have no value but to induce the hearer to follow Jesus, or to illustrate some point of his salvationist theology. An analysis of them one by one will exhibit this quality in all due lucence.

Analysis has really left very little of these famous parables; only three have any signification apart from the Salvationist Theology. He is ashamed of these powers, but, being extremely compassionate, cannot refuse to exercise them when afflicted people beg him to cure them, when multitudes of people are hungry, and when his disciples are terrified by storms on the lakes.

He asks for no reward, but begs the people not to mention these powers of his. I can find no authority Jojos Waltz - Pete McCann - Most Folks the statement that Jesus felt any shame in the matter, and as to his begging the people not to mention his powers, this once again is the ordinary attitude of the Eastern sage.

It is difficult to explain what were and are the exact reasons of initiates for prescribing silence. There is a certain feeling of delicacy about it, which one would have to be an initiate in order thoroughly to understand. One Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5) the natural objection of all men who possess such powers, but have far more important business in the world than to exhibit them, to be regarded primarily as charlatans, besides being pestered to give exhibitions to satisfy curiosity.

The other is that his view of the effect of miracles upon his mission is exactly that taken later on by Rousseau. He perceives that they will discredit him and divert attention from his doctrine by raising an entirely irrelevant issue between his disciples and his opponents. Shaw, but they would not be obvious to any Eastern except the sub-reason about being pestered.

Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5) were certainly not obvious to Jesus. Jesus' teaching has nothing to do with miracles. If his mission had been simply to demonstrate a new method of restoring lost eyesight, the miracle of curing the blind would have been entirely relevant.

Now, on the contrary, Jesus seems to regard his thaumaturgical power as the sole and sufficient reason for accepting him and his mission.

Read Matthew, XI, 2 to 6. Moreover, in the same chapter, verses 21 to 24, which have already been quoted in another connection, we see that Jesus expected every one to accept him on this ground, and on no other, and is very angry that they are not convinced.

He further specifically argues the point in the 12th chapter of Matthew, verses 22 to And all the people were amazed, and said, Is not this the son of David? And Jesus knew their thoughts, and said unto them, Every kingdom divided against itself is brought to desolation; and every city or house divided against itself shall not stand, And if Satan cast out Satan, he is divided against himself; how shall then his kingdom stand? And if I by Beelzebub, cast out devils, by whom do your children cast them out?

If it were not so, it would surly be more sensible Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5) me to put devils into people rather than the reverse.

If you admit this argument, the conclusion is obvious, the Kingdom of God is come, as I have told you. Therefore believe. Shaw says that Christ expected the practical good sense of his proposals to convert people, but he does not quote a single text to support this Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5).

Nor, indeed, would it have been any use. You cannot convince any Eastern by reason. The Eastern bows to authority. Proving anything to him is a waste of time. He enjoys argument, but does not guide his conduct accordingly. He bows to authority, and if you wish to make Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5) act in any particular manner all you need do is to exhibit your authority.

You can do this only by exhibiting your power, and you Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5) exhibit your power in only one of two ways, firstly, by miracles, secondly, by sticks. Take the well known case of John Nicholson, who so impressed the natives of the Punjab by his executive power that some of them turned him into a god, and worshipped him. He, being a particularly pious Christian, tried to beat it out of them; but the more he beat them, the more godlike he appeared!

Once again Mr. Shaw's ignorance of the East has led him astray. In the expedition which attempted to climb Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5) Ri inwe had a Swiss doctor in the party, and at every halting place established a little clinic.

Practically all the wordone was crude surgery, such as tooth-drawing, and tapping for dropsy. A great reputation was, however, acquired, and on the return journey he found the villages full of people, some brought from a great distance, waiting to be cured. But when the doctor brought out his instruments there was an immediate revulsion, or at the very least profound astonishment. They all expected to be cured by the laying-on of hands! Now, considering that these people, only a couple of months before, had seen with their own eyes the actual methods employed, the incident throws a search light on the workings of the Oriental mind.

Here then is the pitfall in which Mr. Shaw has become entrapped. These people would not only expect miracles, but create miracles out of anything that occurred which was in the least degree unusual. Not only the common people, but the most educated, believed absolutely in miracles. We read for instance a rather amusing account of some competing thaumaturgists of an entirely orthodox character in Acts, XIX, 13 to It means the same thing, but suggests Aristotle.

And there were seven sons one Sceva, a Jew, and chief of the priests, which did so. And the evil spirit answered and said, Jesus I know, and Paul I know: but who are ye? If any additional argument be required, as seems hardly credible, it is that Peter immediately upon the death of Christ bases his whole argument upon miracles. Acts II, Shaw will doubtless reply that this Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5) shows the stupidity of the apostles; but that is no answer to the question as to whether miracles would or would not discredit any given teaching.

The historical fact is that they did not do so. Witness the circumstance that those who call themselves Christians to-day still hang on to the miracles in spite not only of Rousseau's argument, but of those of all the free-thinkers.

Is not Mr. When that is replaced by Tom Paine and Ingersoll, it may be admitted that the argument of Mr. Shaw had penetrated to the seats of light and learning.

Shaw is perfectly right in saying that miracles would not convince him of the value of the doctrine of any man who performed them; but Mr. Shaw, like other philosophers, is too apt to think that all men are made in his image.

Remove the miracles, remove the prophecies, and nothing is left but a little doctrine, much of it contradictory, as has already been shown, and in any case explicable in a dozen ways beside that which appeals to Mr.

There are practically no incidents in the life of Jesus which are not miraculous, for the simple reason Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5) the Evangelists thought anything natural not worth recording. The demolition demanded by Mr. Shaw reminds one of Berkeley's abstraction of the qualities from Hyle, or Buddha's analysis of the idea of Atman. In fact, Mr. Shaw's purpose appears to be to show that Jesus is only a name for a person who held the social, ethical, and political opinions of Mr.

Shaw himself. But surely such ideas are the common property of most first-class minds. Shaw now takes us to the 16th chapter of Matthew, verses 13 to And they said, Some say that thou art John the Baptist: some Elias, and others Jeremias, or one of the prophets. What Planet What Station - Various - The Dancefloor Sound Of Jelly Jazz Vol.4 saith unto them, But whom say ye that I am?

And Jesus answered and said unto him, Blessed art thou, Simon Barjona: for flesh and blood hath not revealed it unto thee, but my father which is in heaven. And I say also unto thee, That thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.

And I will give unto thee the keys of the kingdom of heaven: and whatsoever thou shalt bind on earth shall be bound in heaven: and whatsoever thou shalt loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven. Then charged he his disciples that they should tell no man that he was Jesus the Christ. From that time forth began Jesus to shew unto his disciples, how that he must go unto Jerusalem, and suffer many things of the elders and chief priests and scribes, and be killed, and raised again the third day.

Then Peter took him, and began to rebuke him, saying Be it far from thee, Lord: this shall not be unto thee. One small criticism is necessary at the outset. They merely expected an emancipator to Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5) the legendary glories of their race. But the Jews as a class do Мы Попали С Тобой Под Дождь - Таня Тишинская* - Женская Судьба Эпизод 2 seem to have had any idea of this kind.

Many of the claims to supernatural power, and threats of divine vengeance on those who refuse him, which have been quoted above, come from earlier chapters in the gospel. It is not the first time, either, that Jesus has been hailed as the Son of God.

See Matthew XIV. Nor is this the first time that Jesus has shown symptoms of what Mr. Shaw in his more secularist moments would call megalomania.

See Matthew, XI, In Matthew, IX, 6. The theological teaching of Jesus appears perfectly consistent from start to finish. It is really extraordinary, and it is painful beyond expression, to note how carelessly Mr. Shaw has read the gospel. Now these words are not merely what they seem to be. At the risk of tediousness and reiteration we must complain once more of the extraordinary bias shown by Mr.

Shaw in his reading of the text. He is so determined to be not merely a secularist, but a secularist determined to read history into legend, that he omits altogether any incidents in the story of the Crucifixion which might upset that reading. It is submitted that this method is utterly vicious. Shaw's own heart, and his method is to take from a great mass of legend just those facts of the recorded life which suit his purpose, and just those recorded sayings which seem to bear out his contention.

It would be possible to make a socialist out of Machiavelli or Hobbes, by a similar method of exegesis; and it might be rather amusing to go through the prefaces of Mr. Shaw and prove him a Tory. It would be quite easy. Shaw admits, he has gained this conception of Barabbas not from Matthew, but from the other gospels. Frazer's theory of the Book of Esther. It is the romance of a brigand's life that commends him to the popular imagination. There is no reason why we should suppose that Barabbas was in any special sense an advocate of physical force.

For there has never been in any country until of very late years any person so equally degenerate and imbecile as to advocate anything else as the ultimate ratio. Jesus himself is the strongest possible advocate of physical force. The reader should get it entirely out of his head that Jesus is a forgiving kind of person.

Even in the early part of his life he announces his mission in most uncompromising terms. For I am come to set a man at variance against his father, and the daughter against her mother, and the daughter in law against her mother in law. No strictures can be too severe for people who deliberately mutilate texts and emasculate characters.

The hell-fire evangelists are Night Thoughts - André Previn, Itzhak Perlman, Shelly Manne, Jim Hall, Red Mitchell - A Different Ki thousand times better as critics than the Back To Life - Prezioso Feat.

Marvin - Back To Life. Bernard Shaw, by these remarks becomes intellectually inferior to Billy Sunday! No comment is here needed except as a further illustration of Mr. It is not said that Jesus was buried in the family vault of Joseph of Arimathaea.

Each tyrant Passion sliows his woe and rage, Has felt the wizard intliience they inspire, And to your own traditions tuned her lyre. Yourselves shall judge By — whoe'er has raised the tale. The sail Mull's dark coast, has heard this evening's plaided boatman, resting on his oar, Points to the fptal rock amid the roar I Arcadia, or Nova Scotia. CAT of yore Was changed 16, His neck from Hymen's mystic knot made loose, He twisted round Such are the Since the my fruits of New Jail sire's the literal noose.

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S2 Disdains the ease his generous lord assigns, And So longs to rush on the embattled lines, I, Can your plaudits ringing on mine ear, scarce sustain to think our parting near To think my scenic hour forever past, And that those valued plaudits are my "Why should we part, while still last. Oft for a space in But all too fitful lustre its glows soon the transient gleam It cannot be renew'd, and?

It age. His his farewell by the tears and sobs of own emotions were very Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5) buy many conspicuous. At unable to retire. And scorn assumes compassion's doubtful mien. To warn me off from the encumber'd scene. As near he draws, and yet more near, His dim eye sparkles with a tear The Gothic fane's unwonted show, The choral hymn, the tapers' glow, Oppress his soul And ; while they delight chasten rapture with affright.

Hartley, on the night of her 1 And only deprecates a frown. We too, who ply the Thespian art, Oft feel such bodings of the heart, And, when our utmost powers are strain'd, Dare hardly hope your favour gain'd. She, who from sister climes has sought The ancient land where Wallace fought Land long renown'd for arms and arts, And conquering eyes and ; dauntless hearts ; — She, as the flutterings here avow. Feels all the pilgrim's terrors now ; Yet sure on Caledonian plain The stranger never sued in vain.

In the far eastern clime, no great while since. La Camiscia! In chimney corner seek domestic joys I love a prince will bid the bottle pass, Exchanging with In his subjects glance fitting time, can, and glass gayest of the gay. Keep up the jest and mingle in the lay Such Monarchs best our free-born humours suit, But Despots must be stately, stern, and mute.

Physicians soon arrived, sage, ware, and As With e'er scrawl'd jargon in a darken'd tried. Roompot, a practitioner more wily, Wliile Relied on his Munaskif al fillfilj. Then was tlie council call'd They deem'd the matter And sought to shift —by their advice, ticklish all, it olF from and nice, their own shoulders. Tartars and couriers in all speed were sent. And next came forth the reverend Convocation, Bald heads, white beards, and many a turban green, Tmaum and iNIollah there of every station, Santon, Fakir, and Calendar were seen.

And dull'd thy brain with labour beyond measure Wherefore relax a space and take thy pleasure And toy with beauty, or From all tell o'er the cares of state, thy treasure; my Liege, enlarge thee. And leave the burden to thy faithful clergy.

These counsels sage availed not a whit, And Where so the patient as is not uncommon grave physicians lose their time and wit Hesolved to take advice of an old woman His mother she, a dame who once was beauteous, And still was call'd so by each subject duteous. Bj 43 magic amulet or lay dint of And, when all She deem'd it other skill in vain was shown. And your dull heart leap light as sliepherd-boy's.

But not in Araby, with all her balm. Not where Judea weeps beneath her palm, Not in rich Egypt, not in Nubian waste, Could there the step of happiness be traced.

Then northward, ho " The vessel cuts the sea, And fair Italia lies upon her lee. But fair Italia, she who once unfurl'd Her eagle-banners o'er a conquer'd world. Ono was called Fra Diavolo, i. Brother Devil. Or drubbing so called in the Slang Dictionary. The party shrugg'd and grinn'd, and took his snuff, And found his whole good-breeding Eyes Front - Critical Madness - Bringing Out The Dead enough.

I vas not remember saw him many put into their tuckers, Fashion daran'd both lace and lawn, Ere And lleplied the to at dat, von year or two, von place s'est tres —Yes, I vas— call'd Vaterloo joliment battu, — Dat is for Englishman, m'entendez-vous?

But den he had wit him one damn son-gun. Rogue Love Is Blue - Al Martino - The Best Of Al Martino no like dey call him Vellington.

John Bull wa? Raving of very in his sterile fjirms His sugar-loaves and bales about And moods. Ilis wars were ended, and the victoiy won, But then, 'twas reckoning-day with honest And vouch, authors 'twas this still Jolm Worthy's way, "Never And grumble to till The work too little, to ay; and the pay too much.

Unstock'd — in man, Frangistan. De Foe. Why, cursed war and racking tax Have left us scarcely raiment to our backs. Signior, I kiss your hands, so fare you well. Next door to John there dwelt his sister Peg, Once a wild lass as ever shook a leg When the blithe bagpipe blew She doucely span her And whereas Nor now flax erst she — but, soberer noWj and milk'd her cow.

Was 49 she sang to please her boys. Loved a long And was d grace, and spoke a northern jargon, —d making of a bargain. And She bade him " Sit into the fire," Her dram, her and took cake, her kebbuck from the nook Ask'd him " about the news from Eastern parts And of her absent bairns, puir Highland hearts If peace brought down the price of tea and pepper. And if the nitmugs were grown owj cheaper Were there nae speerings of our Mungo Park ; Ye'll be the gentleman that wants the sark? If ye I'll wad buy warrant ye a web it's a o' auld wife's spinning, w eel- wearing linen.

Peg " said ; " in this What snug glen? Besides, just think upon this by-gane year, Grain wadna pay the yoking of the pleugh.

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The Sultaun taw him on a holiday. Which is with Paddy still a jolly day When mass is : ended, and his load of sins and Mother Church hath from her Confess'd, binns Dealt forth a bonus of imputed merit, Then Pat's time for fancy, is whim, and spirit!

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Strange phantoms wheel'd a revel dance, And doom'd the future slain. An indistinct and phantom band. Wheel the wild dance While lightnings glance, And thunders rattle loud.

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Burst, ye clouds, in tempest showers Redder rain shall soon be ours See the east grows wan Yield Ere we place to sterner game, deadlier bolts and direr flame Sliall the welkin's thunders shame Elemental rage ; tame To the wrath of man. The startled Naiads from the shade Wkh broken urns withdrew, And silenced was that proud cascade, The glory of Saint Cloud. Slow Seine might hear each lovely note Fall light as summer dew. Nor then, with more delighted ear, The circle round her drew. Few happy hours Then And give poor mortals pass, tliose hours their due, rank among the foremost class Our evenings 1 hear, at Saint Cloud.

Man, woman, or child ; —a dog or a mouse? Or are you, at once, each live thing in the house? Each live thing, did I ask? I know Alexandre and Co.

But I think you're a troop an assemblage at least — a mob, And And that I, as the Sheriff, should take up the job instead of rehearsing your wonders in verse, Must read you the Riot- Act, and bid you disperse.

Abbotsford, 23d April? Alexandre Vattemaire became celebrated as the originator of the system of international literary exchanges. Bless him, 'mid his land's disaster, For her Of rights who battled brave.

Bless him who their! O'er his just resentment victor, Victor over Europe's foes, Late and long supreme director, Grant in peace his reign Hail then, hail! Welcome to! Stranger our mountain strand Mutual interests, hopes, and danger. Link us with thy native land. Freemen's force, or false beguiling. Shall that union ne'er divide, Hand in hand while peace is And in battle side by side. Though thus he dealt in petty treason, He loved them both in equal measure Fidelity was born of Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5)And Folly brought to bed of Pleasure.

Euphemia Robison, Alex Palmer feat. Mass - My Love Is For You of William Erskine, Esq. Reverence this bier, parents' fondest hopes lie buried here. But let submission tame each sorrowing thought, Heaven crown'd its champion ere the fight waa fought. Duff, Esq. Welcome, grave Stranger, to our green rerreats, Where health with exercise and freedom meets!

Thrice welcome. Sage, whose philosophic plan By Nature's limits metes the rights of man Generous as he, who now for freedom bawls, Now gives full value for true Indian shawls O'er court, o'er customhouse, his shoe Now bilks excisemen, Like his, who flings, and now bullies kings. I ween, thy comprehensive mind Holds laws as mouse-traps baited Thine eye, applausive, each sly for mankind vermin sees, That baulks the snare, yet battens on the cheese Thine ear has heard, with scorn instead of awe, Our buckskinn'd justices expound Wire-draw the the law, acts that fix for wires the pain, And for the netted partridge noose the swain And thy vindictive arm would fain have broke The last light fetter of the feudal yoke,!

Hence hast thou mark'd, with grief, fair London's race, Mock'd with the boon of one poor Easter chase, And long'd to send them forth as free as Pour'd o'er Chantilly the Parisian when train. When musket, pistol, blunderbuss, combined. And scarce the field-pieces were left behind A squadron's charge each leveret's heart dismay'd, On every covey fired a bold brigade La Douce Humanite approved the sport.

Shouts patriotic solemnized the day. And Seine re-echo'd Vive la Liberie! Then since such scenes to France no more are known. Come, view with me a hero of thine own One, whose free actions vindicate the cause! Of sylvan liberty o'er feudal laws.

Seek we yon glades, where the proud oak o'ertops Wide-waving seas of birch and hazel copse, Leaving between deserted isles of land. Where stunted heath is patch'd with ruddy sand; And Or lonely on the waste the yew is seen, straggling hollies spread a brighter green. In the forest courts the presiding judge wears as a badge of office an antique have been that of William Rufus.

Suuk 'mid yon sordid blankets, 73 till Stoop to the west the plunderer's the sun toils Loaded and primed, and prompt are done. His pilfer'd And powder in yon nook he hoards. Look on What his pallet foul, His sable brow And and mark his rest scenes perturb'd are acting in his breast is wet and wrung with pain, his dilated nostril toils in vain For short and scant the breath each effort draws, A.

Though, stupefied by The body Now Now " plies toil, and drugg'd with on wood and wold his lawless trade, wakes dismay'd. Do the locks bristle and the eyebrows arch, For grouse or partridge massacred No, There scoffer, is no! The harvest-feast And liveliest grew blither on the chords the Wlien Edward named tlie 75 when he came, bow did glance, tune and led the dance. Must herd with those by whom law's bonds are broke The common dread of justice soon allies The clown who robs the warren, or excise.

With sterner felons train'd to act mone dread. Even with the wretch by whom his fellow bled. Then, as in plagues the foul contagions pass. Leavening and fe. Their hope impunity, their fear the law Their foes, their friends, their rendezvous the same. Till the revenue baulk'd, or pilfer'd game. Flesh the young culprit, and example leads To darker villany, and direr deeds.

Percy or Percival Northumberland, man and a is Rede He soldier. Cooper's paintsar, by whom he was murdered. Keeldar ; ing of the first ing stanzas Up Up : of these incidents, suggested the follow — rose the sun, o'er Reds Pine Top - Dr.

Feelgood / Piano Red - Let Me Play With Your Poodle and mead Rede ; with the sun rose Capitalismo Es Terrorismo - Sinergia - Alea Jacta Est / Daños Colaterales Brave Keeldar, from his couples freed, Career'd along the lea The Palfrey sprung with sprightly bound.

As if to match the gamesome hound His horn the gallant huntsman wound They were a jovial three ;! Wo owe them, however, to a very well edited collection of Scott's there poetry in a single volume, published in Philadelphia, Percy Rede were archer, : right dear friends they. Together at the dawn they rose. Together shared the noon's repose. And By fountain or by stream oft, wiien evening skies were red, ; The heather was their common bed.

Where each, as wildering fancy led. Still hunted in his dream. Now is the thrilling moment near. Of sylvan hope and sylvan fear, Yon thicket holds the harbour'd deer, The signs the hunters know With eyes of flame, and quivering The Party - Phil Ochs - Live At Newport. The brake sagacious Keeldar nears The restless palfrey paws and rears The archer strings his bow.

Halloo Hunter, and horse, and hound pursue But woe the That. And ill The stag bounds scatheless o'er the dew, And betide the faithless gallant Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5) hfe-blood true Has drench'd The yew noble hound the grey -goose wing.

Now day may break and bugle sound. And whoop and hollow ring around, And o'er his couch the stag may bound. But Keeldar sleeps forever. Dilated nostrils, staring eyes, Mark the poor palfrey's He knows mute surprise, not that his comrade dies, — Nor what is death but still His aspect hath expression drear Of gi'ief and wonder, mix'd with fear, Like startled children when they hear Some mystic tale of ill.

But he that bent the Can well the sura of And fatal evil o'er his favourite, bow. And E'en with " fell his amid the Had Keeldar Your fray, dying voice he cried, but been at treacherous my side, ambush had been spied I had not died to-day "! Remembrance of the erring bow Long since had join'd the tides which CJonveying human bliss and woe Down dark oblivion's river But Art can Time's And And, flow, stern doom arrest, snatch his spoil from Lethe's breast.

In awful ruins JEtna thunders And Lockhaet. Loud o'er my bead though awful thunders roll, And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole, Yet 'tis thy voice, my God, that bids them fly, Thy arm Then And directs those lightnings through the sky. These lines, as well as the foregoing, were found wrapped in a paper with the inscription, by Dr.

Adam,—" Walter Scott, July, Those evening clouds, that setting ray, And beauteous tints, serve to display Their great Creator's praise ; Then let the short-lived thing call'd man.

Whose life's comprised within a span, To Him his homage raise. We often praise And tints so the evening clouds, gay and bold. But seldom think upon our God, Who tinged these clouds with gold. It is the fond father embracing his child And close the boy nestles within his loved arm, To hold himself fast, and to keep himself warm. My mother keeps And many 87 many for thee full a fair toy, a fine flower shall she pluck for my boy. And press thee, and kiss thee, and sing to my child.

Erl-King's pale daughter glide past thro' the yes, my? The Erl-King cold father has! Sore trembled the father; he spurr'd thro' the wild, Clasping close to his bosom his shuddering child He reaches his dwelling in doubt and in dread.

But, clasp'd to his bosom, the infant was dead! Wight Wallace He blew stood on St. Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge? Is this thy body's end? Then soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross; Within be fed, without be rich no more: So shall thou feed on Death, that feeds on men, And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.

My love is as a fever longing still, For that which longer nurseth the disease; Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, The uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Desire is death, which physic did except.

Past cure I am, now Reason is past care, And frantic-mad with evermore unrest; My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are, At random from the truth vainly expressed; For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night. If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote, What means the world to say it is not so? If it be not, then love doth well denote Love's eye is not so true as all men's: no, How can it?

No marvel then, though I mistake my view; The sun itself sees not, till heaven clears. O cunning Love! Canst thou, O cruel! Do I not think on thee, when I forgot Am of my self, all tyrant, for thy sake? Who hateth thee that I do call my friend, On whom frown'st thou that I do fawn upon, Nay, if thou lour'st on me, do I not spend Revenge upon myself with present moan? What merit do I in my self respect, That is so proud thy service to despise, When all my best doth worship thy defect, Commanded by the motion of thine eyes?

But, love, hate on, for now I know thy mind, Those that can see thou lov'st, and I am blind. To make me give the lie to my true sight, And swear that brightness doth not grace the day? Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill, That in the very refuse of thy deeds There is such strength and warrantise of skill, That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds?

Who taught thee how to make me love thee more, The more I hear and see just cause of hate? Love is too young to know what conscience is, Yet who knows not conscience is born of love? Then, gentle cheater, urge Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5) my amiss, Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove: For, thou betraying me, I do betray My nobler part to my gross body's treason; My soul doth tell my body that he may Triumph in love; flesh stays no farther reason, But rising at thy name doth point out thee, As his triumphant prize.

Proud of this pride, He is contented thy poor drudge to be, To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side. No want of conscience hold it that I call Her love, for whose dear love I rise and fall.

In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn, But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing; In act thy bed-vow broke, and new faith torn, In vowing new hate after new love bearing: But why of two oaths' breach do I accuse thee, When I break twenty? I am perjured most; For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee, And all my honest Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5) in thee is lost: For I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness, Oaths of thy love, thy truth, thy constancy; And, to enlighten thee, gave eyes to blindness, Or made them swear against the thing they see; For I have sworn thee fair; more perjured eye, To swear against the truth so foul a lie!

Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep: A maid of Dian's this advantage found, And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep In a cold valley-fountain of that ground; Which borrowed from this holy fire of Love, A dateless lively heat, still to endure, And grew a seething bath, which yet men prove Against strange maladies a sovereign cure. But at my mistress' eye Love's brand new-fired, The boy for trial needs would touch my breast; I, sick withal, the help of bath desired, And thither hied, a sad distempered guest, But found no cure, the bath for my help lies Where Cupid got new fire; Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5) mistress' eyes.

The little Love-god lying once asleep, Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand, Whilst many nymphs that vowed chaste life to keep Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand The fairest votary took up that fire Which many legions of true hearts had warmed; And so the General of hot desire Was, sleeping, by a virgin hand disarmed. This brand she quenched in a cool well by, Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual, Growing a bath and healthful remedy, For men diseased; but I, my mistress' thrall, Came there for cure and this by that I prove, Love's fire heats water, water Hard But Fair - Buddy Guy - Buddy Guy not love.

Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws, And make the earth devour her own sweet brood; Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws, And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood; Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet'st, And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time, To the wide world and all her fading sweets; But I forbid thee one most heinous crime: O! Yet, do thy worst old Time: despite thy wrong, My love shall in my verse ever live young.

A woman's face with nature's own hand painted, Hast thou, the master mistress of my Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5) A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted With shifting change, as is false women's fashion: An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling, Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth; A man Look Good To Me - Biz Markie - Friends EP hue all hues in his controlling, Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.

And for a woman wert thou first created; Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting, And by addition me of thee defeated, By adding Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5) thing to my purpose nothing. But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure, Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure.

My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look I death my days should expiate. For all that beauty that doth cover thee, Is but the seemly raiment of my heart, Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me: How can I then be elder than thou art? Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain, Thou gav'st me thine not to give back again. As an unperfect actor on the Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5)Who with his fear is put beside his part, Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage, Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart; So I, for fear of trust, forget to say The perfect ceremony of love's rite, And in mine own love's strength seem to decay, O'ercharged with burthen of mine own love's might.

Let those who are in favour with their stars Of public honour and proud titles boast, Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars Unlook'd for joy in that I honour most. Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spread But as the marigold at the sun's eye, And in themselves their pride lies buried, For at a frown they in their glory die. When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5) like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts, Which I by lacking have supposed dead; And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts, And all those friends which I thought buried. How many a holy and obsequious tear Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye, As interest of the dead, which now appear But things removed that hidden in thee lie!

Thou art the grave where buried love doth live, Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone, Who all their parts of Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5) to thee did give, That due of many now is thine alone: Their images I loved, I view in thee, And thou all they hast all the all of me. If thou survive my well-contented day, When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover And shalt by fortune once more re-survey These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover, Compare them with the bett'ring of the time, And though they be outstripped by every pen, Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme, Exceeded by the height of happier men.

How can my muse want subject to invent, While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse Thine own sweet argument, too excellent For every vulgar paper to rehearse? Be thou the tenth Muse, ten times more in worth Than those old nine which rhymers invocate; And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth Eternal numbers to outlive long date.

If my slight muse do please these curious days, The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise. When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see, For all the day they view things unrespected; But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee, And darkly bright, are bright in dark directed. Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright, How would thy shadow's form form happy show To the clear day with thy much clearer light, When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so! How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made By looking on thee in the living day, When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!

All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me. If the dull substance of my flesh were thought, Injurious distance should not stop my way; For then despite of space I would be brought, From limits far remote, where thou dost stay.

No matter then although my foot did stand Upon the farthest earth removed from thee; For nimble thought can jump both sea and land As soon as think the place where he would be. But ah! The other two, slight air and purging fire, Are both with thee, wherever I abide; The first my thought, the other my desire, These present-absent with swift motion slide. For when these quicker elements are gone In tender embassy of love to thee, My life, being made of four, with two alone Sinks down to death, oppressed with melancholy; Until Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5) composition be recured By those swift messengers return'd from thee, Who even but now come back again, assured Of thy fair Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5)recounting it to me: This told, I joy; but then Crackity Jones - Pixies - Doolittle + Bossanova Box Set longer glad, I send them back again and straight grow sad.

Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war, How to divide the conquest of thy sight; Mine eye Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5) heart thy picture's sight would bar, My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.

My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie, A closet never pierced with crystal eyes, But the defendant doth that plea deny, And says in him thy fair appearance lies. Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, And each doth good turns now unto the other: When that mine eye is famish'd for a look, Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother, With my love's picture then my eye doth feast, And to the painted banquet bids my heart; Another time mine eye is my heart's guest, And in his thoughts of love doth share a part: So, either by thy picture or my love, Thy self away, art present still with me; For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move, And I am still with them, and they with thee; Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight Awakes my heart, to heart's and eyes' delight.

Against that time, if ever that time come, When I shall see thee frown Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5) my defects, When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum, Called to that audit by advis'd respects; Against that time when thou shalt strangely pass, And scarcely greet me with that sun, thine eye, When love, converted from the thing it was, Shall reasons find of settled gravity; Against Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5) time do I ensconce me here, Within the knowledge of mine own desert, And this my hand, against my self uprear, To guard the lawful reasons on thy part: To leave poor me thou hast the strength of laws, Since why to love I can allege no cause.

How heavy do I journey on the way, When Он Улетел - Various - Русский Чарт. Выпуск 1 I seek, my weary travel's end, Doth teach that ease and that repose to say, 'Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend! The bloody spur cannot provoke him on, That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide, Which heavily he answers with a groan, More sharp to me than spurring to his side; For that same groan doth put this in my mind, My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.

Thus can my love excuse the slow offence Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed: From where thou art why should I haste me thence? Till I return, of posting is no need. Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind, In winged speed no motion shall I know, Then can no horse with my desire keep pace.

Therefore desire, of perfect'st love being made Shall neigh, no dull flesh, in his fiery race; But love, for love, thus shall excuse my jade- Since from thee going, he went wilful-slow, Towards thee I'll run, and give him leave to go.

But sweet, or colour it had stol'n from thee. As the opening sonnet of the sequence, this one obviously has especial importance. It appears to look both before and after, into the future and the past. It sets the tone for the following group of so called 'procreation' sonnets In addition, many of the compelling ideas of the later sonnets are first sketched out here - the youth's beauty, his vulnerability in the face of time's cruel processes, his potential for harm, to the world, and to himself, perhaps also to his loversnature's beauty, which is dull in comparison to his, the threat of disease and cankers, the folly of being miserly, the need to see the world in a larger sense than through one's own restricted vision.

Because of your beauty you owe the world a recompense, which now you are devouring as if you were an enemy to yourself. Take pity on the Jell - Memory Starts To Fade, and do not, in utter selfish miserliness, allow yourself to become a perverted and self destructive object who eats up his own posterity'.

See also the further commentary on Sonnet 1. A reference also to the increase of the harvest, by which one seed of corn becomes many. There is a general presumption in husbandry that the best stock must always be used in breeding, otherwise there is an overall decline and failure in productivity. The fairest creatures are therefore the fairest cattle, the best plants, the most excellent poultry, and so on.

Whatever in fact is as good as, or an improvement on the previous generation. Basically this is a farming or agricultarist metaphor. There is the famous passage in Winter's Tale, which is probably relevant here, in which Polixenes instructs Perdita on the science of breeding flowers.

See the end of this page. By reproducing itself it could, in a sense, become immortal. Presumably, a duty owed to the world because the grave is all devouring, and therefore to be fought; and a duty owed also to yourself, because it is in the nature of things that beauty should procreate, otherwise 'three score years will bear the world away', and so on. You purpose to be such a glutton as to consume both what the world and you yourself should have as a right.

The construction is not noticeably opaque until one starts to analyse it. A term from warfare. Forty winters forty years when added to the young man's present age, would make him about At such an age he would have many wrinkles, although it is generally reckoned that in Elizabethan times, owing to dietary inadequacies and disease, people aged much more rapidly, and even a forty Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5) old could be deemed to have reached old age.

So the poet could be referring to the youth as he might be when he reaches forty. But the reference may also be to furrows dug in a field when ploughing. It could be quite sumptuous, if the nobleman wished to make a show of wealth. Tottered is an old spelling of tattered. Note that treasure contains a sexual innuendo, implying sexual parts, or semen, depending on context. Possibly also a hinted reference to the supposed effect of sexual excess too much masturbation?

A praise of yourself which is clearly misplaced and damaging to you. Undoubtedly a sexual meaning to these lines, especially in treasure of thy lusty days, thy beauty's use. See notes above The youth is accused of expending his sexual energy upon himself, with the concomitant result of shame, exhaustion, sunken eyes and failure to point to any lasting result.

See extended discussion of SonnetI. Hence, 'give a reckoning for all the cunts I have enjoyed'. Shakespeare uses old in this sense in Macbeth: If a man were a porter of hell-gate, he should have Doodad Blues - Fred Bergin And His Music* - Doodad Blues / Pattycake Polka turning the key.

Proving, by his beauty, that he succeeds you as an heir to your beauty. Cold and freezing blood was thought to be the traditional accompaniment of old age.

The message of the couplet is that a child made in his image would invigorate and effectively renew him when he reached old age. His blood would flow warm in his veins again. If you do not undertake now the repair and renewal of your face, since it is fast decaying. To ear is the old term for 'to plough', and often it is used meatphorically. Ploughing the womb, as the plough enters into the soil so does the man enter into the womanand sowing it with seed semen leads to children, as ploughing and sowing the land leads to crops.

According to the physiology of the time, the male seed was the substance which created a child, and the woman was simply a carrier of the developing embryo. The biological details of reproduction were not understood.

For the ploughing imagery compare: He ploughed her and she cropped A. The sentence has an additional sexual meaning, relating to masturbation. Onan was the biblical figure who was destroyed by God for spilling the seed 'that he might not have children'. See further commentary on SonnetI. April was the beginning of Spring, and was thought to be the most colourful of the months.

With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare That heaven's air in this huge rondure hems. It ties in with the theme that the consequence of dying childless is to be erased from the book of memory. If you die, as a single man, with no children, there will be no image to carry on your memory. The line could be read as a sort of tetchy imperative - 'Die as a single person then, if you must be so stubbornly inclined!

The implication is that all his pleasure is wasted upon himself. The legacy of beauteous children should be created by his semen which he is wasting instead in frivolous self pleasure. So great a sum of sums - Usurers had large sums of money at their disposal. They performed financial services which Sympathie Is Geen Liefde - Willy Sommers - Met Sympathie nowadays done by banks.

Then how - the question is taken over by What acceptable audit in the next line. The compound question may be read as 'How will you give an account of yourself and your Say It Loud - Brother / Madmen & Poets - Secrets Of Saturn: The Lost Rings (Part 1.5) to Nature when she calls when you die and what audited record of yourself will you provide?

Which refers to 'thy beauty'. If it is used, it creates children, who would interpret and present you as you were to the world. We may paraphrase, 'If beauty were to die, the beneficial effects of beauty would die with it if we did not save them by distillation '. Neo-Platonic philosophy made much of the distinction between shadow and substance. Also, being destructive, it would make the things it touched look ragged.


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