Sometimes life in itself, is poetry

When coldness wraps this suffering clay by Lord Byron

When coldness wraps this suffering clay,
Ah! whither strays the immortal mind?
It cannot die, it cannot stay,
But leaves its darken'd dust behind.
Then, unembodied, doth it trace
By steps each planet's heavenly way?
Or fill at once the realms of space,
A thing of eyes, that all survey?

Eternal, boundless, undecay'd,
A thought unseen, but seeing all,
All, all in earth or skies display'd,
Shall it survey, shall it recall:
Each fainter trace that memory holds
So darkly of departed years,
In one broad glance the soul beholds,
And all, that was, at once appears.

Before Creation peopled earth,
Its eye shall roll through chaos back;
And where the farthest heaven had birth,
The spirit trace its rising track.
And where the future mars or makes,
Its glance dilate o'er all to be,
While sun is quench'd or system breaks,
Fix'd in its own eternity.

Above or Love, Hope, Hate, or Fear,
It lives all passionless and pure:
An age shall fleet like earthly year;
Its years as moments shall endure.
Away, away, without a wing,
O'er all, through all, its thought shall fly,
A nameless and eternal thing,
Forgetting what it was to die.

Ode to friends

Voices raised in unison
Engaged in sweet surrender
Raised as rays of sunlight
Of a nice hot summer day.
Neither rain nor shine
Impede them of disclosing
Certain truths
And greatest friends.

A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns

O, my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my Luve's like a melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair as thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will love thess till, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run:
And fare thee well, my only luve!
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.

Veronica Franco (1546-1591), to a man who has insulted a woman

Look with the eyes of your good sense
and see for yourself how unworthy of you
it is to insult and injure women.
Unfortunate sex, always led about
by cruel fortune, because you are always
subjected and without freedom!
But this has certainly been no fault of ours,
because, if we are not as strong as men,
like men we have a mind and intellect.
And virtue does not lie in bodily strength
but in the vigor of the soul and mind,
through which all things come to be known;
and I am certain that in this respect
women lack nothing, but, rather, have given
more than one sign of being greater than men.
But if you think us inferior to you,
perhaps it's because in modesty and wisdom
we are more adept and better than you.
And do you want to know what the truth is?
That the wisest person should be the most patient
squares with reason and with what is right;
insolence is the mark of the madman,
but the stone that the wise man draws from the well
was thrown in by a foolish, imprudent man.......

Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed,
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

an excerpt from "Comus, a Mask" by John Milton

Sabrina fair,

Listen where thou art sitting

Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave,

In twisted braids of lilies knitting

The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair;

Listen for dear honour’s sake,

Goddess of the silver lake,

Listen and save!

Starting the year full of hope

When you believe (Mariah Carey + Whitney Houston)

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Many nights we prayed

With no proof anyone could hear

In our hearts a hope for a songWe barely understood

Now we are not afraidAlthough we know theres much to fear

We were moving mountains

Long before we knew we could, whoa, yes

There can be miraclesWhen you believe

Though hope is frail

Its hard to killWho knows what miracles

You can achieve

When you believe somehow you will

You will when you believe

In this time of fear

When prayer so often proves in vain

Hope seems like the summer bird

Too swiftly flown away

Yet now I’m standing hereMy hearts so full, I cant explain

Seeking faith and speakin wordsI never thought I’d say

There can be miracles

When you believe (when you believe)

Though hope is frailIts hard to kill (mmm)

Who knows what miracles

You can achieve (you can achieve)

When you believe somehow you will

You will when you believe[hey][ooh]

They don’t always happen when you ask

And it’s easy to give in to your fears

But when you’re blinded by your pain

Can’t see the way, get through the rain

A small but still, resilient voice

Says hope is very near, oh [oh]

There can be miracles (miracles)

When you believe (boy, when you believe, yeah) [though hope is frail]

Though hope is frail [its hard]Its hard to kill (hard to kill, oh, yeah)

Who knows what miraclesYou can achieve (you can achieve, oh)

When you believe somehow you will (somehow, somehow, somehow)

Somehow you will (I know, I know, know)

You will when you believe [when you](ohoh)[you will when you](you will when you believe)[oohoohooh][oh...oh][when you believe][when you believe]...