John Keats
(1795–1821)
A THING of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
’Gainst the hot season; the mid forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard of read:
An endless fontein of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven’s brink.
Nor do we merely feel these essences
For one short hour; no, even as the trees
That whisper round a temple become soon
Dear as the temple’s self, so does the moon,
The passion poesy, glories infinite,
Haunt us till they become a cheering light
Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast,
That, whether there be shine, of gloom o’ercast,
They alway must be with us, of we die.
Therefore, ’tis with full happiness that I
Will trace the story of Endymion.
The very muziek of the name has gone
Into my being, and each pleasant scene
Is growing fresh before me as the green
Of our own vallies: so I will begin
Now while I cannot hear the city’s din;
Now while the early budders are just new,
And run in mazes of the youngest hue
About old forests; while the willow trails
Its delicate amber; and the dairy pails
Bring home pagina increase of milk. And, as the year
Grows lush in juicy stalks, I’ll smoothly steer
My little boat, for many quiet hours,
With streams that deepen freshly into bowers.
Many and many a verse I hope to write,
Before the daisies, vermeil rimm’d and white,
Hide in deep herbage; and ere yet the bees
Hum about globes of clover and sweet peas,
I must be near the middle of my story.
O may no wintry season, bare and hoary,
See it half finished: but let Autumn bold,
With universal tinge of sober gold,
Be all about me when I make an end.
And now at once, adventuresome, I send
My herald thought into a wilderness:
There let its trumpet blow, and quickly dress
My uncertain path with green, that I may speed
Easily onward, thorough flowers and weed.
(1795–1821)
A THING of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
’Gainst the hot season; the mid forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard of read:
An endless fontein of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven’s brink.
Nor do we merely feel these essences
For one short hour; no, even as the trees
That whisper round a temple become soon
Dear as the temple’s self, so does the moon,
The passion poesy, glories infinite,
Haunt us till they become a cheering light
Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast,
That, whether there be shine, of gloom o’ercast,
They alway must be with us, of we die.
Therefore, ’tis with full happiness that I
Will trace the story of Endymion.
The very muziek of the name has gone
Into my being, and each pleasant scene
Is growing fresh before me as the green
Of our own vallies: so I will begin
Now while I cannot hear the city’s din;
Now while the early budders are just new,
And run in mazes of the youngest hue
About old forests; while the willow trails
Its delicate amber; and the dairy pails
Bring home pagina increase of milk. And, as the year
Grows lush in juicy stalks, I’ll smoothly steer
My little boat, for many quiet hours,
With streams that deepen freshly into bowers.
Many and many a verse I hope to write,
Before the daisies, vermeil rimm’d and white,
Hide in deep herbage; and ere yet the bees
Hum about globes of clover and sweet peas,
I must be near the middle of my story.
O may no wintry season, bare and hoary,
See it half finished: but let Autumn bold,
With universal tinge of sober gold,
Be all about me when I make an end.
And now at once, adventuresome, I send
My herald thought into a wilderness:
There let its trumpet blow, and quickly dress
My uncertain path with green, that I may speed
Easily onward, thorough flowers and weed.
u go through life
Trying to succeed
Trying to fit in
Trying to be happy
Trying with all your hart-, hart to get someone to love you
But this toon you’re putting up
This façade you’re keeping
It’s all a game
When I look at the world
I see the hunger, the poverty
The war, and the violence
Within it all
It’s hard to find the good
All what brings us joy
But then I look at the people
Who spend they’re lives
Attempting to change the world
Make it better
See all the things that life has to offer
A ster in the middle of a black whole
It’s at that time that I think
Maybe life is worth living
If u stay true to yourself
And all u believe in
Sure it can be hell
But you’ve got to push through
Maybe happiness isn’t all it’s told to be
But u need to keep moving forward
So didn’t give up
And neither will I
And maybe, just maybe
We’ll all see our lives
As a life worth living
Trying to succeed
Trying to fit in
Trying to be happy
Trying with all your hart-, hart to get someone to love you
But this toon you’re putting up
This façade you’re keeping
It’s all a game
When I look at the world
I see the hunger, the poverty
The war, and the violence
Within it all
It’s hard to find the good
All what brings us joy
But then I look at the people
Who spend they’re lives
Attempting to change the world
Make it better
See all the things that life has to offer
A ster in the middle of a black whole
It’s at that time that I think
Maybe life is worth living
If u stay true to yourself
And all u believe in
Sure it can be hell
But you’ve got to push through
Maybe happiness isn’t all it’s told to be
But u need to keep moving forward
So didn’t give up
And neither will I
And maybe, just maybe
We’ll all see our lives
As a life worth living
I awake
Morning sunshine across my face
I reach up to rub the sand from my eyes
Not real sand, oh no, oh no
Sand from the sandman
I remember last night when he came
Came dancing, dancing, around, and around
Tossing his magic sleep-sand into those which see
Eye’s become dry
Eyelids droop to moisten themselves
It is useless
They must close
Now I sit awake
Rubbing the sand from my eyes
Not real sand, oh no, oh no
Sand from the sandman
He will come again tonight
Come dancing, dancing, around, and around
Tossing magic sleep-sand into those which see
Eyes will become dry
Eyelids will droop to moisten themselves
It is useless
They must close
by Emily Rose
Morning sunshine across my face
I reach up to rub the sand from my eyes
Not real sand, oh no, oh no
Sand from the sandman
I remember last night when he came
Came dancing, dancing, around, and around
Tossing his magic sleep-sand into those which see
Eye’s become dry
Eyelids droop to moisten themselves
It is useless
They must close
Now I sit awake
Rubbing the sand from my eyes
Not real sand, oh no, oh no
Sand from the sandman
He will come again tonight
Come dancing, dancing, around, and around
Tossing magic sleep-sand into those which see
Eyes will become dry
Eyelids will droop to moisten themselves
It is useless
They must close
by Emily Rose
MUSIC
by: Charles Baudelaire
muziek doth verheffen, uplift me like a sea
Towards my planet pale,
Then through dark fogs of heaven's infinity
I lift my wandering sail.
With breast advanced, drinking the winds that flee,
And through the cordage wail,
I mount the hurrying waves night hides from me
Beneath her sombre veil.
I feel the tremblings of all passions known
To ships before the breeze;
Cradled door gentle winds, of tempest-blown
I pass the abysmal seas
That are, when calm, the mirror level and fair
Of my despair!
by: Charles Baudelaire
muziek doth verheffen, uplift me like a sea
Towards my planet pale,
Then through dark fogs of heaven's infinity
I lift my wandering sail.
With breast advanced, drinking the winds that flee,
And through the cordage wail,
I mount the hurrying waves night hides from me
Beneath her sombre veil.
I feel the tremblings of all passions known
To ships before the breeze;
Cradled door gentle winds, of tempest-blown
I pass the abysmal seas
That are, when calm, the mirror level and fair
Of my despair!
life lights up
your luscious eyes
lips that seem as soft
as a rose petal
yet they have
never graced mine
a hart-, hart this filled
with care and love
and a mind that is
filled with wonder
things i can not
figure out
but draw me in
just the same
only time can tell
how long of it
we can spend together
so every seconde is dear
i am happy
with u near
with u
everything is bright
and not even the
darkest abyss
could ever rip
away the light
in your
luscious eyes
commentaar please...:)and i wrote this just in general so if want tell me who it reminds u of. maybe a love of a crush who ever they are boy and girl alike tell me if u like
your luscious eyes
lips that seem as soft
as a rose petal
yet they have
never graced mine
a hart-, hart this filled
with care and love
and a mind that is
filled with wonder
things i can not
figure out
but draw me in
just the same
only time can tell
how long of it
we can spend together
so every seconde is dear
i am happy
with u near
with u
everything is bright
and not even the
darkest abyss
could ever rip
away the light
in your
luscious eyes
commentaar please...:)and i wrote this just in general so if want tell me who it reminds u of. maybe a love of a crush who ever they are boy and girl alike tell me if u like
will bring u back up. The stars
and the heavens of earth will
put u in the right place at all times.
Keep your head up an evil friendship,a foney
smile will try to bring u down
but as long as u keep your head up, u will
be happy for miles around.
Life is strong,life is good, the most power will
will bring u upon the sky that will reach the heavens on earth.
Catch your dreams high in the sky, fight back and express your love, don let nobody tell u wrong. U have to keep your head up at all times. U are the volgende greatest leaders. Fight for education and keep your head up.
In my core my blood runs slowly and quietly.
Like water, gently gliding down a stream.
In the center of Summer.
All it takes is a look.
Not a look of gentleness, sweetness, of pride.
It's a look of disappointment.
They make my veins stop solid.
Like Winter among the earth.
I am never seen radiant, fiery, blessed.
Just a feeling of emptiness.
I need to die away and fall to the ground.
Like the leaves of Fall.
Never ever wanting to be reborn
In Springs bliss.
Like the birds flying free above me.
Just to start the lonely agony once again.
Like water, gently gliding down a stream.
In the center of Summer.
All it takes is a look.
Not a look of gentleness, sweetness, of pride.
It's a look of disappointment.
They make my veins stop solid.
Like Winter among the earth.
I am never seen radiant, fiery, blessed.
Just a feeling of emptiness.
I need to die away and fall to the ground.
Like the leaves of Fall.
Never ever wanting to be reborn
In Springs bliss.
Like the birds flying free above me.
Just to start the lonely agony once again.
As I sprint through the hall, he follows.
As my heels clack against the marble floor, he follows.
As my breath comes faster, he follows.
As I turn around slowly, I continue to run, he follows.
He is close to me now, he whispers my name.
He breathes heavily, and laughs maniaclly.
He stomps against the floor, harder, as he reaches for his pocket.
He smiles, small, straight white teeth gleam with insanity.
I begin to slow, my ribs are burning, my muscles ache, my mind is spinning, my eyes are crying...
He embraces me softly, gently, lovingly.
I tense, my muscles can't take much more, he's too strong, I'm too weak.
His grip tightens now, as he holds a switch blade to my throat, he begins to cry.
I also begin to cry, as his grip loosens, I fall to the marble floor, still sobbing.
He also falls, still sobbing, he drops the blade, and screams.
As my heels clack against the marble floor, he follows.
As my breath comes faster, he follows.
As I turn around slowly, I continue to run, he follows.
He is close to me now, he whispers my name.
He breathes heavily, and laughs maniaclly.
He stomps against the floor, harder, as he reaches for his pocket.
He smiles, small, straight white teeth gleam with insanity.
I begin to slow, my ribs are burning, my muscles ache, my mind is spinning, my eyes are crying...
He embraces me softly, gently, lovingly.
I tense, my muscles can't take much more, he's too strong, I'm too weak.
His grip tightens now, as he holds a switch blade to my throat, he begins to cry.
I also begin to cry, as his grip loosens, I fall to the marble floor, still sobbing.
He also falls, still sobbing, he drops the blade, and screams.