Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Sunday, December 15, 2019
Monday, February 26, 2018
Three Words
Three words were written from left to right, but read them either way.
For truth and meaning stays the same, no matter how you read.
For all your needs, in thick and thin, there is your God - who loves and gives and forgives.
There is your Love - it’s all you need.
There is your Dog - who loves and gives and forgives.
Those words mean the truth, either way you read it.
GOD ♥ DOG
Monday, November 27, 2017
A Woman's Hair Lord Byron
A Woman's Hair
Lord Byron
Oh! little lock of golden hue
In gently waving ringlet curl'd,
By the dear head on which you grew,
I would not lose you for a world.
Not though a thousand more adorn
The polished brow where once you shone,
Like rays which guild a cloudless sky [i]
Beneath Columbia's fervid zone.
1806.
Footnote 1: These lines are preserved in MS. at Newstead, with the following memorandum in Miss Pigot's handwriting: "Copied from the fly-leaf in a vol. of my Burns' books, which is written in pencil by himself." They have hitherto been printed as stanzas 5 and 6 of the lines "To a Lady," etc., p. 212.
Footnote i: a cloudless morn.
['Ed'. 1832.]
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