lunes, 17 de enero de 2022

She Walks in Beauty - Lord Byron - Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day - She Walks in Beauty - Lord Byron

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She Walks in Beauty

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

By Lord Byron

George Gordon Byron, known as Lord Byron, was a poet of the British Romantic movement, forerunner of the figure of the accursed poet. Due to his poetic talent, his personality, his physical attractiveness and his life of scandal, he was a celebrity of his time. He was the sixth Baron Byron.
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Lovers' Infiniteness - John Donne - Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day - Lovers' Infiniteness - John Donne

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Lovers' Infiniteness

If yet I have not all thy love,
Dear, I shall never have it all;
I cannot breathe one other sigh, to move,
Nor can intreat one other tear to fall;
And all my treasure, which should purchase thee—
Sighs, tears, and oaths, and letters—I have spent.
Yet no more can be due to me,
Than at the bargain made was meant;
If then thy gift of love were partial,
That some to me, some should to others fall,
Dear, I shall never have thee all.

Or if then thou gavest me all,
All was but all, which thou hadst then;
But if in thy heart, since, there be or shall
New love created be, by other men,
Which have their stocks entire, and can in tears,
In sighs, in oaths, and letters, outbid me,
This new love may beget new fears,
For this love was not vow'd by thee.
And yet it was, thy gift being general;
The ground, thy heart, is mine; whatever shall
Grow there, dear, I should have it all.

Yet I would not have all yet,
He that hath all can have no more;
And since my love doth every day admit
New growth, thou shouldst have new rewards in store;
Thou canst not every day give me thy heart,
If thou canst give it, then thou never gavest it;
Love's riddles are, that though thy heart depart,
It stays at home, and thou with losing savest it;
But we will have a way more liberal,
Than changing hearts, to join them; so we shall
Be one, and one another's all.

By John Donne

John Donne was the most important English metaphysical poet of the times of Queen Elizabeth I, King James I and his son Charles I. His metaphysical poetry is more or less the equivalent of the Conceptionist poetry of the Spanish Golden Age, of which he is a contemporary.regalos san valentin

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domingo, 16 de enero de 2022

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? - Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day - Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? - William Shakespeare

Recursos Educativos en Inglés - Poems in English - Poesías en inglés San Valentín

Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

By William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare was an English playwright, poet and actor. Sometimes known as the Bard of Avon, Shakespeare is considered the most important writer in the English language and one of the most celebrated writers in world literature.
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Song: I prithee spare me gentle boy - Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day - Song: I prithee spare me gentle boy - John Suckling

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Song: I prithee spare me gentle boy

I prithee spare me gentle boy,
Press me no more for that slight toy,
That foolish trifle of an heart;
I swear it will not do its part,
Though thou dost thine, employ’st thy pow’r and art.
For through long custom it has known
The little secrets, and is grown
Sullen and wise, will have its will,
And like old hawks pursues that still
That makes least sport, flies only where’t can kill.
Some youth that has not made his story,
Will think perchance the pain’s the glory,
And mannerly sit out love’s feast;
I shall be carving of the best,
Rudely call for the last course ’fore the rest.
And oh when once that course is past,
How short a time the feast doth last;
Men rise away and scarce say grace,
Or civilly once thank the face
That did invite, but seek another place.

By Sir John Suckling

John Suckling was an English poet and gentleman, whose best known poem is "Ballad Upon a Wedding". He wrote serious poems, but is especially remembered for his lyrical poems, light and cynical as if he had been improvising. He is a "gallant, gentle, easy, lyrical, cultivated" poet.
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Love and Life: A Song - John Wilmot - Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day - Love and Life: A Song - John Wilmot

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Love and Life: A Song

All my past life is mine no more,
The flying hours are gone,
Like transitory dreams giv’n o’er,
Whose images are kept in store
By memory alone.

The time that is to come is not;
How can it then be mine?
The present moment’s all my lot;
And that, as fast as it is got,
Phyllis, is only thine.

Then talk not of inconstancy,
False hearts, and broken vows;
If I, by miracle, can be
This live-long minute true to thee,
’Tis all that Heav'n allows.

By John Wilmot

John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester was an English poet and libertine writer.
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sábado, 15 de enero de 2022

Beautiful Dreamer Serenade - Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day - Beautiful Dreamer Serenade - Stephen C. Foster

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Beautiful Dreamer Serenade

Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd a way!

Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng,—
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer awake unto me!

Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea
Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.

Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,—
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

By Stephen C. Foster

Stephen Collins Foster was an American singer-songwriter. Many of his songs, such as Oh! Susanna, Camptown Races and Beautiful Dreamer, are still popular 150 years after their composition.

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Valentine’s Afternoon - Michael McFee - Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day - Valentine’s Afternoon - Michael McFee

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Valentine’s Afternoon

Four lanes over, a plump helium heart—

slipped, maybe, from some kid’s wrist
or a rushed lover's empty front seat

through a half-cracked car window—

rises like a shiny purple cloudlet
toward today’s gray mess of clouds,

trailing its gold ribbon like lightning

that will never strike anything
or anyone here on the forsaken ground,

its bold love increasingly illegible

as it ascends over the frozen oaks,
riding swift currents toward the horizon,

a swollen word wobbling out of sight.

By Michael McFee - Michael McFee is a poet and essayist from Asheville, North Carolina.

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