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IN FRATERNAM MEAM
Monday, February 13, 2006
SHORT NOTES.... ON THIS VALENTINES DAY.
Love took up the glass of Time, and turnd' it in his glowing hands;
Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in folden sands.

Love took up the harp of Life, and somote on all the
chords with might;
Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in
music out of sight.

(ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON, from Locksley Hall)


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LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM

The days are gone, when beauty bright
My heart's dream wove;
When my dream of life, from morn till night
Was love still love.

New hope may bloom,
And days may come,
Of milder, calmer beam;
But there's nothing half so sweet in life
As love's young dream.

(THOMAS MOORE, from Irish Love Poems: Danta Gra)


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WHEN LOVE IS KIND

When Love is kind,
Cheerful and free,
Love's sure to find
Welcome from me.
But when love brings
Heartache or pang,
Tears, and such things --
Love may go hang!

If Love can sigh
For one alone,
Well pleased am I
To be that one.

But should I see
Love given to rove
To two or three,
Then -- good-by, Love!

Love must in short,
Keep fond and true,
Through goor report,
And evil too.

Else, here I swear,
Young Love may go,
For aught I care --
To Jericho.

(THOMAS MOORE)


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My true love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange, one for the other given.
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;
There never was a better bargain driven.
My true love hath my heart, and I have his.

His heart in me, keeps me and him in one.
My heart in him, his thoughts and senses guides;
He loves my heart, for once it was his own;
I cherish his, because in me it bides....
My true love hath my heart, and I have his.

SIR PHILIP SIDNEY
from The Countess of Pembroke's Arcadia
posted by infraternam meam @ 12:47 AM  
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