Honour’s Martyr – By: Emily Jane Brontë

The moon is full this winter night;

The stars are clear, though few;

And every window glistens bright,

With leaves of frozen dew.

 

The sweet moon through your lattice gleams

And lights your room like day;

And there you pass, in happy dreams,

The peaceful hours away!

 

While I, with effort hardly quelling

The anguish in my breast,

Wander about the silent dwelling,

And cannot think of rest.

 

The old clock in the gloomy hall

Ticks on, from hour to hour;

And every time its measured call

Seems lingering slow and slower:

 

And oh, how slow that keen-eyed star

Has tracked the chilly grey!

What, watching yet! how very far

The morning lies away!

 

Without your chamber door I stand;

Love, are you slumbering still?

My cold heart, underneath my hand,

Has almost ceased to thrill.

 

Bleak, bleak the east wind sobs and sighs,

And drowns the turret bell,

Whose sad note, undistinguished, dies

Unheard, like my farewell!

 

To-morrow, Scorn will blight my name,

And Hate will trample me,

Will load me with a coward’s shame?

A traitor’s perjury.

 

False friends will launch their covert sneers;

True friends will wish me dead;

And I shall cause the bitterest tears

That you have ever shed.

 

The dark deeds of my outlawed race

Will then like virtues shine;

And men will pardon their disgrace,

Beside the guilt of mine.

 

For, who forgives the accursed crime

Of dastard treachery?

Rebellion, in its chosen time,

May Freedom’s champion be;

 

Revenge may stain a righteous sword,

It may be just to slay;

But, traitor, traitor, from that word

All true breasts shrink away!

 

Oh, I would give my heart to death,

To keep my honour fair;

Yet, I’ll not give my inward faith

My honour’s name to spare!

 

Not even to keep your priceless love,

Dare I, Beloved, deceive;

This treason should the future prove,

Then, only then, believe!

 

I know the path I ought to go;

I follow fearlessly,

Inquiring not what deeper woe

Stern duty stores for me.

 

So foes pursue, and cold allies

Mistrust me, every one:

Let me be false in others’ eyes,

If faithful in my own.

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One day I wrote her name upon the strand – By: Edmund Spenser

One day I wrote her name upon the strand,

But came the waves and washed it away:

Again I wrote it with a second hand,

But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.

Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay

A mortal thing so to immortalize!

For I myself shall like to this decay,

And eek my name be wiped out likewise.

Not so (quoth I), let baser things devise

To die in dust, but you shall live by fame:

My verse your virtues rare shall eternize,

And  in the heavens write your glorious name;

Where, when as death shall all the world subdue,

Our love shall live, and later life renew.

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First Love – By: John Clare

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. 

 

My face turned pale, a deadly pale.

My legs refused to walk away,

And when she looked what could I ail

My life and all seemed turned to clay. 

 

And then my blood rushed to my face 

And took my eyesight quite away.

The trees and bushes round the place 

Seemed midnight at noonday.

 

I could not see a single thing,

Words from my eyes did start.

They spoke as chords do from the string,

And blood burnt round my heart. 

 

Are flowers the winter’s choice

Is love’s bed always snow

She seemed to hear my silent voice 

Not love appeals to know.

 

I never saw so sweet a face

As that I stood before.

My heart has left its dwelling place

And can return no more.

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How far can a person go to fulfill the dream’s of someone else?

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“Hope” is the thing with feathers – By: Emily Dickinson

“Hope” is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul

And sings the tune without the words

And never stops at all,

 

And sweetest in the gale is heard;

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That kept so many warm.

 

I’ve heard it in the chillest land

And on the strangest sea,

Yet never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me.

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How far can a person go to fulfill the dream’s of someone else?

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Pain – By: Emily Dickinson

Pain has an element of blank;

It cannot recollect

When it began, or if there were

A day when it was not.

 

It has no future but itself,

Its infinite realms contain

Its past, enlightened to perceive

New periods of pain.

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How far can a person go to fulfill the dream’s of someone else?

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Liebster Blog Award

On February 16th, I was awarded the Liebster Blog Award by Elizabeth Godwin of 365 Days of Inspiration. I am so happy to know that this my small blog somehow managed to please her enough to make her forward this award to me. I’m sure it will inspire me to be more regular in posting and I’ll try and bring more beautiful poems to it. I’m very grateful to her for thinking me worthy of this award.

Here, I would like to introduce you to Elizabeth’s blog 365 Days of Inspiration. As the name of the blog suggests, she brings (or tries to bring!) a daily inspirational message to the readers of her blog. As time has passed, her blog has become a storehouse of inspiration, simply and briefly told, but every message making you think and leaving you feeling inspired.

Let me now tell you about the award that she has given me.

The Liebster Blog Award is given to bloggers who have less than 200 followers and is a great way to bring attention to other worthwhile blogs and bloggers.  This is a pay-it-forward award and the rules are:

1. Thank the person who gave you the award and link back to his or her blog

2. Copy and paste the “Liebster Blog Award” icon into your post

3. Pass the award on to your fellow bloggers and let them know you did so

[Liebster, by the way, is German (n.) and means: sweetheart, beloved person, darling.]

Here are the  blogs I am passing the award to:

Priyanka’s Neverlandhttp://priyankazneverland.blogspot.in/

Priyanka’s blog hosts her delightful poetry, her musing and her views and opinions about books she reads. I would like to forward this award to her because I love the poems she writes.

Whatever It Takes : http://deepakkarthikspeaks.blogspot.in/

This blog is owned by an enthusiastic young man called Deepak Karthik. It basically has Deepak’s views and opinions about happenings in the world. I like this blog because of the honesty and enthusiasm that shines in the posts that Deepak writes.


Pushp ki Abhilasha – By: Makhanlal Chaturvedi

There are several poems that I read in childhood and still love them and remember them. Here is one of them, a very famous poem that gives the message of patriotism in an amazingly simple, yet powerful way.

~*~ Pushp ki Abhilasha ~*~

By: – Makhanlal Chaturvedi

Chaah nahin main surbala ke

gehano mein gootha jaun

Chaah nahin premi maala mein bindh

pyaari ko lalchaun

Chaah nahin samraaton ke shav par

he hari daala jaun

Chaah nahin devon ke sir par chadhun

bhaagya par ithlaun

Mujhe thod lena ban-mali,

us path par dena tum phenk

Matra-bhoomi par sheesh chadhane,

jis path jayen veer anek.

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How far can a person go to fulfill the dream’s of someone else?

Read Dream’s Sake to find out. Click on the picture for reviews and free preview of the novel