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(  T h e  S i l e n c e  o f  L o v e  )

Oscar Wilde – 1881 ~~~

As often-times the too resplendent sun
Hurries the pallid and reluctant moon
Back to her sombre cave, ere she hath won
A single ballad from the nightingale,
So doth thy Beauty make my lips to fail,
And all my sweetest singing out of tune.

And as at dawn across the level mead
On wings impetuous some wind will come,
And with its too harsh kisses break the reed
Which was its only instrument of song,
So my too stormy passions work me wrong,
And for excess of Love my Love is dumb.

But surely unto Thee mine eyes did show
Why I am silent, and my lute unstrung;
Else it were better we should part, and go,
Thou to some lips of sweeter melody,
And I to nurse the barren memory
Of unkissed kisses, and songs never sung.

A Madrigal

By : william shakespeare

Crabbed Age and Youth

Cannot live together

Youth is full of pleasance,

Age is full of care;

Youth like summer morn,

Age like winter weather;

Youth like summer brave,

Age like winter bare:

Youth is full of sports,

Age's breath is short,

Youth is nimble, Age is lame:

Youth is hot and bold,

Age is weak and cold,

Youth is wild, and Age is tame:-

Age, I do abhor thee;

Youth, I do adore thee;

O! my Love, my Love is young!

Age, I do defy thee-

O sweet shepherd, hie thee,

For methinks thou stay'st too long.

Bridal Song

ROSES, their sharp spines being gone, 

Not royal in their smells alone, 

 But in their hue; 

Maiden pinks, of odour faint, 

Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint, 

 And sweet thyme true; 

Primrose, firstborn child of Ver;

Merry springtime's harbinger,

With her bells dim;

Oxlips in their cradles growing,

Marigolds on death-beds blowing,

Larks'-heels trim;

All dear Nature's children sweet 

Lie 'fore bride and bridegroom's feet, 

   Blessing their sense! 

Not an angel of the air, 

Bird melodious or bird fair, 

   Be absent hence! 

The crow, the slanderous cuckoo, nor

The boding raven, nor chough hoar,

Nor chattering pye,

May on our bride-house perch or sing,

Or with them any discord bring,

But from it fly!

Created By : William Shakespeare