Life in a Love

This elegant tabular shaped handcrafted lampwork glass focal bead is named for the poem, Life in a Love by Robert Browning (1812–1889) To read more about the pendant, see Beadshaper Gallery
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Escape me?
Never—Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth,
While the one eludes, must the other pursue.
My life is a fault at last, I fear—
It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed—
But what if I fail of my purpose here?
It is but to keep the nerves at strain,
To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,
And baffled, get up to begin again,—
So the chase takes up one's life, that's all.
While, look but once from your farthest bound,
At me so deep in the dust and dark,
No sooner the old hope drops to ground
Than a new one, straight to the selfsame mark,
I shape me—
Ever
Removed!

There is a Lady Sweet and Kind

This elegant beautiful pink and grey lentil shaped handcrafted glass pendant bead is named for the poem, There is a Lady Sweet and Kind by Thomas Ford (1580-1648) To read more about the pendant, see Beadshaper Gallery

There is a lady sweet and kind,
Was never a face so pleased my mind;
I did but see her passing by,
And yet I'll love her till I die.
Her gesture, motion, and her smiles,
Her wit, her voice my heart beguiles,
Beguiles my heart,
I know not why,
And yet I'll love her till I die.
Cupid is winged and he doth range,
Her country, so, my love doth change:
But change she earth, or change she sky,
Yet, I will love her till I die.

Wild Nights

So you thought that erotic thoughts did not exist in the 19th Century.

This sterling silver bracelet featuring handcrafted lampwork black glass beads is named for the poem, Wild Nights by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886).
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Wild nights.
Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile the winds
To a heart in port
Done with the compass
Done with the chart.

Rowing in Eden.
Ah, the sea.
Might I but moor
Tonight with thee!

To My Dear and Loving Husband

To My Dear and Loving Husband
by Anne Bradstreet (1612-1672)
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This pendant bead is named after a poem by Anne Bradstreet, a Puritan housewife who lived in New England in the 1600s, educated herself in various subjects, and wrote poetry although she lived in a community that frowned on educated women.

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If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me ye women if you can.
I prize thy love more then whole
Mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee, give recompence.
Thy love is such I can no way repay,
The heavens reward thee manifold I pray.
Then while we live, in love let's so persever,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.

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I Love Thee

This fashion bracelet featuring handcrafted lampwork glass beads is named for the poem, I Love Thee, by Eliza Acton, 1799-1859. See Bracelets in the Beadshaper Gallery.

I love thee, as I love the calm
Of sweet, star-lighted hours!
I love thee, as I love the balm
Of early jes'mine flow'rs.
I love thee, as I love the last
Rich smile of fading day,
Which lingereth, like the look we cast,
On rapture pass'd away.
I love thee as I love the tone
Of some soft-breathing flute
Whose soul is wak'd for me alone,
When all beside is mute.
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I love thee as I love the first
Young violet of the spring;
Or the pale lily, April-nurs'd,
To scented blossoming.
I love thee, as I love the full,
Clear gushings of the song,
Which lonely--sad--and beautiful--
At night-fall floats along,
Pour'd by the bul-bul forth to greet
The hours of rest and dew;
When melody and moonlight meet
To blend their charm, and hue.
I love thee, as the glad bird loves
The freedom of its wing,
On which delightedly it moves
In wildest wandering.
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I love thee as I love the swell,
And hush, of some low strain,
Which bringeth, by its gentle spell,
The past to life again.
Such is the feeling which from thee
Nought earthly can allure:
'Tis ever link'd to all I see
Of gifted--high--and pure!

Meeting at Night

This set of handmade lampwork black glass beads with white pokkadots is named for the poem, Meeting at Night, by Robert Browning (1812-1889).

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The grey sea and the long black land;

And the yellow half-moon large and low;

And the startled little waves that leap

In fiery ringlets from their sleep,

As I gain the cove with pushing prow,

And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.

Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;

Three fields to cross till a farm appears;

A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch

And blue spurt of a lighted match,

And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears,

Than the two hearts beating each to each!

La Vita Nuova

This handmade lampwork colorful earth tone glass pendant bead is named for the poem, La Vita Nuova by the medieval Italian poet Dante Alighieri (1265-1321) It can be the focal point of your necklace. Just pass a fine silver chain or a fine cord through the hole that runs the length of the bead.

You can purchase this exciting focal pendant bead by going to http://www.beadshaper.com/gallery and then clicking Pendants.

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La Vita Nuova

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In that book which is

My memory . . .

On the first page

That is the chapter when

I first met you

Appear the words . . .

Here begins a new life

First Love

This exciting fun necklace is named for the poem, First Love by John Clare (1793-1864). This necklace is great for the summer or anytime of year.

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I ne'er was struck before that hour

With love so sudden and so sweet.

Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower

And stole my heart away complete.

My face turned pale, a deadly pale.

My legs refused to walk away,

And when she looked what could I ail

My life and all seemed turned to clay.

And then my blood rushed to my face

And took my eyesight quite away.

The trees and bushes round the place

Seemed midnight at noonday.

I could not see a single thing,

Words from my eyes did start.

They spoke as chords do from the string,

And blood burnt round my heart.

Are flowers the winter's choice

Is love's bed always snow

She seemed to hear my silent voice

Not love appeals to know.

I never saw so sweet a face

As that I stood before.

My heart has left its dwelling place

And can return no more

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I Love Thee

The Poetry Piece for the month of May is a handcrafted bracelet named for the poem, I Love Thee by Eliza Acton (1799-1859). The bracelet is located in the Beadshaper's Boutique on the second floor of the Andersonville Galleria at 5247 N Clark Street in Chicago.

To see more of the Beadshaper's work, click Beadshaper . If you don't live near Chicago and don't plan to visit soon, the Beadshaper can make a similar bracelet for you (never exactly the same because it is hand made). You can contact her through the Beadshaper web site by clicking Contact

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I Love Thee
I love thee, as I love the calm
Of sweet, star-lighted hours!
I love thee, as I love the balm
Of early jes'mine flow'rs.
I love thee, as I love the last
Rich smile of fading day,
Which lingereth, like the look we cast,
On rapture pass'd away.
I love thee as I love the tone
Of some soft-breathing flute
Whose soul is wak'd for me alone,
When all beside is mute.

I love thee as I love the first
Young violet of the spring;
Or the pale lily, April-nurs'd,
To scented blossoming.
I love thee, as I love the full,
Clear gushings of the song,
Which lonely--sad--and beautiful--
At night-fall floats along,
Pour'd by the bul-bul forth to greet
The hours of rest and dew;
When melody and moonlight meet
To blend their charm, and hue.
I love thee, as the glad bird loves
The freedom of its wing,
On which delightedly it moves
In wildest wandering.

I love thee as I love the swell,
And hush, of some low strain,
Which bringeth, by its gentle spell,
The past to life again.
Such is the feeling which from thee
Nought earthly can allure:
'Tis ever link'd to all I see
Of gifted--high--and pure!

Love Not Me

The Poetry Piece for the month of April is a handcrafted purple and cream glass pendant bead with a silver bale named for the poem, Love Not Me by John Wilbye (1574 - 1638). This pendant is featured in the Beadshaper's new Bead, Pendant, and Wirewrap Jewelry Boutique in the Andersonville Galleria at 5247 N Clark Street in Chicago, Illinois. If you live in the Chicago area, please stop by.
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Love not me for comely grace,
For my pleasing eye or face,
Nor for any outward part:
No, nor for a constant heart!
For these may fail or turn to ill:
Should thou and I sever.
Keep, therefore, a true woman's eye,
And love me still, but know not why!
So hast thou the same reason still
To dote upon me ever.

My Suburban Girl

The Poetry Piece for the month of March is a handcrafted transparent lavender glass pendant bead with white accents and a silver bale named for the poem, My Suburban Girl by Samuel Alfred Beadle (1857-1932)
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I know a sweet suburban girl,
She's witty, bright and brief;
With dimples in her cheeks; and pearl
In rubies set, for teeth.
Beneath her glossy raven hair
There beams the hazel eye,
Bright as the star of evening there
Where the yellow sunbeams die.
Her breath is like a flower blown,
In fragrance and perfume;
Her voice seems from the blissful throne
Where their harps the angels tune.
Her waist is just a trifle more
Than a cubit in its girth;
But when there my arms I throw,
I've all there is of earth.
And when she turns her dimpled cheek
Toward me for a kiss,
I lose expression—cannot speak—
And take all there is of bliss.