Beauty
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Upon a night, where the moon rose to stayAnd look upon us with fervent fervor,I saw behind that dress that covered thou,A white back that gleamed beneath the silver. A tempting look in your eye,You had a back that gleamed beneath the silver,With a coat of sheen that grew to bloomIn the radiance of an…
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“Your amiability is sworn,” said the puling temptress,And I had forgotten, the meaning of death. I pulled a message, from her hand,And read it, forthwith,It read so neatly, in my hand,Words of long-etched, verse,Bleeding, with a hue, akin, to the ink color. “Next to nothing, that you are,A devilish crude vessel, of a man,Made for…
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Q: The fundamental difference between changing and improving is, as you describe it, changing to what is going to work, and to improve is to improve by adding layers. Is this correct? A: To change would mean to divide oneself between the working and the not working. And to improve oneself would mean to work…
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I grew upon, thy curling hip,With a lash, to a petulant visage,And thou, drew me near,To hear the sighs, and the fears,And the never ending, quake,Of thy, roaring heart. A vein, and a dynasty,A cruel blight, and a fantasy,A death, and an illusion,Was all it took, to flee,For thou to flee, from my side,So that…
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Death divides, my purpose,Love had made, it wine,Your lilies, when worn, on crown, so high,Drew to knew, the nectar, from, the sigh.As when God, bent his knee,Your loving God, had bent, his knee.And I gave a ring, to thy finger,So that thou, would accompany me. You are not devilish, on my barren lands,You, with your…
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Beauty was left unseen, for her, to satiate,To satiate, all that left her, in sorrow,Beneath the might, of my murk, and wave,A growing fire, that made, me slave. A glow for a heart, that was slender, and raw,I fled to the other end, of an island,And saw with eyes, her dusty shadow,The pain that draws,…
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Since I knew, to trim thy locks, from a silver head, I grew to look, to the moon, Oh, beauty. With thy ivory smile, And your nestled, face in my heart, Come to my weary mind, and lay me down. Lay me to see, the opened sky, Opening as the scar, on my heart, For…
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Q: As for your belief in a woman’s way to make herself attractive, are you able to explain why you believe it is always necessary? A: Attraction is like butter, when melted, not frozen, and the connection of love and devotion will make a man melt into a woman’s attractive appearance. Should a woman be…
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“Science is not ever directly related to beauty, because just as life is protected, a machine is always changed and enhanced. The “beautiful” thing that is changed was at first, met with dissatisfaction. This has all been born out of a denial of love’s importance, because love shields beauty from it ever being changed.”
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Oh, beauty! Taken beneath, bed sheets,Disrobed of tattered veil, and dewy flesh. You were made holy, upon death’s ground,Made for, the chambers of kings. Softness is, concurrent, to your realm,That which I pull myself, down to enter. Disease made ready, on my pillow,Kisses made plenty, among all sorrow. Of futile gestures, and strangeness, in sighs,I…
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Q: What do you see what you stare upwards? A: I see the epitome of success. I see those who have risen, and this height they have crawled to find, has made them topple over what was at that height. Like some bear that climbs a tree too light for its own weight, that tree…
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Q: How does Socialism fit in with your line of thinking? A: It seeks to bring death onto a country’s shoulders. Q: How does it seek to do this? A: Death is the only freedom that life can obtain, and it’s meant to be more fleeting than life. Death is recognized, before one comprehends, through…
Modern Romanticism 