storypeddler http://www.storypeddler.com create.captivate.communicate Wed, 02 May 2012 13:16:39 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.2 Outdoor Dining http://www.storypeddler.com/2012/05/outdoor-dining/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=outdoor-dining http://www.storypeddler.com/2012/05/outdoor-dining/#comments Wed, 02 May 2012 12:50:56 +0000 storypeddler http://www.storypeddler.com/?p=54

I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen;
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And ‘Thou shalt not’ writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore.

And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires

William Blake

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When I am old and drenched in worlds of sadness,
And wear a lacy cap upon my head;
When, looking past the future’s singing gladness,
I linger, wistful, in the years long dead.
 
When I am old, and young folk all about me,
Speak softly of religion, when they speak,
When parties are a grand success without me;
And when my laugh is fluttering and weak–
Will I then be content to raise my glances,
Serenely to the cloud-entangled sky?
And will I be content to watch at dances,
Without a heartbreak, as the hours pass by?
Or when I see young lovers fingers twine,
Will I remember, dear, your lips on mine?

Margaret Elizabeth Sangster (1838-1912)

 

 

 

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Pocohontas

Returning from the cruel fight
How pale and faint appears my knight!
He sees me anxious at his side;
‘Why seek, my love, your wounds to hide?
Or deem your English girl afraid
To emulate the Indian maid?’

 

Be mine my husband’s grief to cheer
In peril to be ever near;
Whate’er of ill or woe betide,
To bear it clinging at his side;
The poisoned stroke of fate to ward,
His bosom with my own to guard:
Ah! could it spare a pang to his,
It could not know a purer bliss!
‘Twould gladden as it felt the smart,
And thank the hand that flung the dart!
 

William Makepeace Thackeray

 

 

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Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die

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