Come my friend, tis not too late
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Come my friend, tis not too late
von Haunebu am 08.12.2009 19:11Irgendwie kommen die süßen, schönen aber auch anregenden,literarischen Sternstunden ein wenig zu kurz.
Sie haben die Macht uns in göttliche Sphären zu heben und uns gleichsam in die Abgründe des Ffeuers zu stoßen.
dass es hier noch keine Sammlung/en gibt...
Except from Ulysses by Lord Alfred Tennyson
[...]
Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, [5]
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
[...]
AntwortenRe: Come my friend, tis not too late
von Haunebu am 08.12.2009 19:33Walt Whitman - Oh captain! My captain!
O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
Re: Come my friend, tis not too late
von weirdo am 08.12.2009 20:18Ja. =) Mir fehlt das hier auch ein bisschen. Danke dafür!
Alles Wissen ist vergeblich ohne die Arbeit, und alle Arbeit ist sinnlos ohne die Liebe. ♥ [Khalil Gibran]