Matthew Arnold - Growing Old

Growing Old by Matthew Arnold
What is it to grow old?
is it to lose the glory of the form,
The lustre of the eye?
Is it for beauty to forego her wreath?
Yes,but not for this alone.

Is it to feel our strenght--
Not our bloom only,but our strenght-decay?
Is it to feel each limb
Grow stiffer, every function less exact.
Each nerve more weakly strung?

Yes,this,and more! but not,
Ah,tis not what in youth we dreamed twould be!
Tis not to have our life
Mellowed and softened as with sunset-glow.
A golden day's decline!

Tis not to see the world
As from a hight,with rapt prophetic eyes.
And heart profoundly stirred.
And weep,and feel the fulness of the past,
The years that are not more!

It is to spend long days
And not once feel that we were ever young.
It is to add , immured
In the hot prison of the present, month
To month with weary pain

It is to suffer this.
And feel but half,and feebly,what we feel.
Deep in our hidden heart
Festers the dull rememberance of a change.
But no emotion--none.

It is-- last stage of all--
When we are frozen up within, and quite
The phantom of ourselves,
To hear the world applaud the hollow ghost
Which blamed the living man.

love poetry - English Poetry On Love

He holds me when i started to cry...
makes me smile with just his eyes...
shares my hopes,dreams,and fears...
wipes away all my tears...
i love him without regret...
i just haven't found him yet. 

......

you know i love you dearly
but i cause you so much pain
i cannot find true happiness
and you feel you are to blame
it seems so unjust
for me to make you feel this way
it's so hard to decide
whether i should leave or stay
staying is not wise
as faking happiness is exhausting
leaving's a bit worse
for your heartbreak i would be causing
so show me what to do
help me to be strong
lend a helping hand
give me your shoulder to cry on

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Lets Compromise
True understanding must prevail,
And if our thoughts don't harmonize,
We both should try to compromise.
.......
Because Of You
Because of you
my world is now whole,
because of you
love lives in my soul.
because of you
i have laughter in my eyes,
because of you
i am no longer afraid of good-byes.
you are my pillar
my stone of strenght,
with me through all seasons
and great times of length.
my love for you is pure
boundless through space and time,
it grows stronger everyday
with the knowledge that you'll always be mine.
at the altar
i will joyously say 'I do',
for i have it all now
and it's all because of you.
......

Love Sonnet 1 by william shakespeare

Love Sonnet 1
From fairst creatures we desire,
That there by beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament,
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And,tender churl,mak'st waste in niggarding:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due,by the grave and thee.

take o take by shakespeare

TAKE O TAKE By W Shakespeare

TAKE,O take those lops away
that so sweetly were forsworn,
And those eyes,the break of day,
Light that do mislead the morn:
But my kisses bring again,
       Bring again,
Seals of love,but seal'd in vain,
Seal'd in vain

O mistress Mine by shakespeare

O mistress Mine By shakespeare

O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?

O, stay and hear;your true love's coming

That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further,pretty sweeting;
Journeys and in lovers meeting,

Every wise man's son doth know.
What is love?'Tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies not plenty;
Then,come kiss me,sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

William shakespeare

William Shakespeare

My mistress eyes

Sonnet 130

My mistress eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips red;

If snow be white,why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires,black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damasked,red and white,

But no such roses see i in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak,yet well i know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;

I grant i never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground,

And yet,by heaven,i think my love as rare

As any she belied with false compare.