The artist may employ words rather than images here, but he also clearly lays the primary focus on the visual.
Love lives beyond The tomb, the earth, the flowers, and dew. I love the fond, The faithful, young and true. For the sword outweighs it sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest.
My desire and they desire Twining to a tongue of fire, Leaping live, and laughing higher: Love, form whom the world begun, Hath the secret of the sun. Love can tell, and love alone, Whence the million stars were strewn, Why each atom knows its own, How, in spite of woe and death, Gay is life, and sweet is beath: Our love was nature; and the peace that floated On the white mist, And dwelt upon the hills, To sweet accord subdued our wayward wills: Never Marry but for Love by William Penn Never marry but for love; but see that thou lovest what is lovely.
He that minds a body and not a soul has not the better part of that relationship, and will consequently lack the noblest comfort of a married life.
Between a man and his wife nothing ought to rule but love. As love ought to bring them together, so it is the best way to keep them well together.
A husband and wife that love one another show their children that they should do so too. Others visibly lose their authority in their families by their contempt of one another, and teach their children to be unnatural by their own examples. Let not enjoyment lessen, but augment, affection ; it being the basest of passions to like when we have not, what we slight when we possess.
Here it is we ought to search out our pleasure, where the field is large and full of variety, and of an enduring nature; sickness, poverty or disgrace being not able to shake it because it is not under the moving influences of worldly contingencies.
Nothing can be more entire and without reserve; nothing more zealous, affectionate and sincere; nothing more contented than such a couple, nor greater temporal felicity than to be one of them.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving. And he is your board and fireside. For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.
And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart; for without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unclaimed. When you are part from your friend, you greive not; for that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
|To Be One with Each Other by George Eliot||She fell asleep on Christmas Eve:|
|Love’s Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley||Body wears the smile of accomplishment, The illusion of a Greek necessity Flows in the scrolls of her toga, Her bare Feet seem to be saying: We have come so far, it is over.|
|Dante Gabriel Rossetti | Poetry Foundation||Remember your great-aunt Roberta.|
|Only the best ;)||Her father, Edward Barrett Moulton Barrett, with his sister, Sir Thomas Lawrence's famous 'Pinkie' and whose real name was Sarah, had come to England from Jamaica, Sarah dying invery soon after her famous portrait was painted, from tuberculosis. With that slave wealth her father built Hope End innear Malvern, on the Welsh border, which he modeled on a Turkish seraglio Turks also owned slaves and which Elizabeth described as 'crowded with minarets and domes, crowned with metal spires and crescents'.|
And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit. For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth; and only the unprofitable is caught.
And let your best be for your friend. If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also. For what is your friend that should seek him with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live. For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness. And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.Christina Rossetti (), sister of the poet and painter Dante Gabriel Rossetti, was educated at home and shared her family's intellectual interests.
Ill-health ended her work as a governess and later made her an invalid. Her poetry was first published in in the Pre-Raphaelite magazine, The Germ, and several volumes of poetry followed, demonstrating an extraordinary emotional and.
aaa Isa Blagden, portrait owned by Lilian Whiting, reproduced in Jeanette Marks. Melvyn Bragg and guests discuss the Austrian princess Maria Antonia, child bride of the future French King Louis XVI.
Their marriage was an attempt to bring about a major change in the balance of power in Europe and to undermine the influence of Prussia and Great Britain, but she had no say in the matter and was the pawn of her mother, the Empress Maria Theresa.
Read, review and discuss the My Sister's Sleep poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti on benjaminpohle.com Rossetti successfully relates his narrative through the speaker's detailed description of the setting alone. As readers, we receive a sense of most of the emotions present in this room only through implication or from the point of view of an observer.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti was born 12 May in London, the second child and eldest son of Italian expatriates. His father, Gabriele Rossetti, was a Dante scholar, who had been exiled from Naples for writing poetry in support .