Words of Love
Having been a literature student for 6 years,I've come across lots of plays, dramas and poems in which love is mentioned.Most of the following are from texts or materials that I've studied;finding them really meaningful,I've decided to share them with you :) Hope you like them as much as I do.
Doubt that the sun doth move,
Doubt truth to be a liar,
But never doubt I love."
~Hamlet,II/ii line 115-118~
The Definition of Love
My Love is of a birth as rare
Magnanimous Despair alone
And yet I quickly might arrive
For Fate with jealous eye does see
And therefore her decrees of steel
Unless the giddy heaven fall,
As lines,so love's oblique,may well
Therefore the love which us doth bind,
As 'tis,for object,strange and high;
It was begotten by Despair,
Upon Impossibility.
Could show me so divine a thing,
Where feeble hope could ne'er have flown,
But vainly flapped its tinsel wing.
Where my extended soul is fixed;
But Fate does iron wedges drive,
And always crowds itself betwixt.
Two perfect loves,nor lets them close;
Their union would her ruin be,
And her tyrannic power depose
Us as the distant poles have placed,
(Though Love's whole world on us doth wheel),
Not by themselves to be embraced,
And earth some new convulsion tear,
And,us to join,the world should all
Be cramped into a planisphere.
Themselves in every angle greet:
But ours,so truly parallel,
Though infinite,can never meet.
But Fate so enviously debars,
Is the conjunction of the mind,
And opposition of the stars.
That ever love did make thee run into,
Thou hast not lov'd."
~As You Like It II/iv line 31-33~
To His Coy Mistress
Had we but world enough,and time,
But at my back I always hear
Now therefore,while the youthful hue
This coyness,lady,were no crime.
We would sit down,and think which way
To walk,and pass our long love's day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges'side
Shouldst rubies find:I by the tide
Of Humber would complain.I would
Love you ten years before the flood,
And you should,if you please,refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews;
My vegetable should grow
Vaster than empires and more slow;
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes,and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For,lady,you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.
Time's winged chariot hurrying near,
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor,in thy marble vault,shall sound
My echoing song;then worms shall try
That long-preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust:
The grave's a find and private place,
But none,I think,do there embrace.
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now,like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapt power.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife,
Thorough the iron gates of life;
Thus,though we cannot make our sun
Stand still,yet we will make him run.
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