tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880817765329756262024-03-04T21:35:32.776-08:00Bead and Wire Wrap PoetryThis is the Bead and Jewelry Poetry Page of the Beadshaper web site. From time to time a lampwork glass bead or pendant or a piece of jewelry on the Beadshaper site is named after a classic poem.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger101125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488081776532975626.post-26721180577278742592014-09-06T17:50:00.003-07:002014-09-06T17:56:42.139-07:00Lilacs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Lilacs<br />
by Amy Lowell (1874-1925)<br />
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Lilacs, </div>
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False blue, </div>
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White, </div>
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Purple, </div>
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Color of lilac, </div>
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Your great puffs of flowers </div>
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Are everywhere in this my New England. </div>
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Among your heart-shaped leaves </div>
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Orange orioles hop like music-box birds and sing </div>
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Their little weak soft songs; </div>
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In the crooks of your branches </div>
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The bright eyes of song sparrows sitting on spotted eggs </div>
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Peer restlessly through the light and shadow </div>
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Of all Springs. </div>
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Lilacs in dooryards </div>
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Holding quiet conversations with an early moon; </div>
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Lilacs watching a deserted house </div>
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Settling sideways into the grass of an old road; </div>
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Lilacs, wind-beaten, staggering under a lopsided shock of bloom </div>
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Above a cellar dug into a hill. </div>
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You are everywhere. </div>
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You were everywhere. </div>
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You tapped the window when the preacher preached his sermon, </div>
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And ran along the road beside the boy going to school. </div>
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You stood by the pasture-bars to give the cows good milking, </div>
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You persuaded the housewife that her dishpan was of silver. </div>
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And her husband an image of pure gold. </div>
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You flaunted the fragrance of your blossoms </div>
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Through the wide doors of Custom Houses— </div>
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You, and sandal-wood, and tea, </div>
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Charging the noses of quill-driving clerks </div>
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When a ship was in from China. </div>
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You called to them: “Goose-quill men, goose-quill men, </div>
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May is a month for flitting.” </div>
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Until they writhed on their high stools </div>
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And wrote poetry on their letter-sheets behind the propped-up ledgers. </div>
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Paradoxical New England clerks, </div>
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Writing inventories in ledgers, reading the “Song of Solomon” at night, </div>
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So many verses before bed-time, </div>
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Because it was the Bible. </div>
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The dead fed you </div>
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Amid the slant stones of graveyards. </div>
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Pale ghosts who planted you </div>
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Came in the nighttime </div>
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And let their thin hair blow through your clustered stems. </div>
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You are of the green sea, </div>
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And of the stone hills which reach a long distance. </div>
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You are of elm-shaded streets with little shops where they sell kites and marbles, </div>
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You are of great parks where every one walks and nobody is at home. </div>
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You cover the blind sides of greenhouses </div>
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And lean over the top to say a hurry-word through the glass </div>
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To your friends, the grapes, inside. </div>
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Lilacs, </div>
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False blue, </div>
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White, </div>
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Purple, </div>
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Color of lilac, </div>
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You have forgotten your Eastern origin, </div>
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The veiled women with eyes like panthers, </div>
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The swollen, aggressive turbans of jeweled pashas. </div>
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Now you are a very decent flower, </div>
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A reticent flower, </div>
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A curiously clear-cut, candid flower, </div>
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Standing beside clean doorways, </div>
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Friendly to a house-cat and a pair of spectacles, </div>
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Making poetry out of a bit of moonlight </div>
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And a hundred or two sharp blossoms. </div>
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Maine knows you, </div>
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Has for years and years; </div>
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New Hampshire knows you, </div>
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And Massachusetts </div>
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And Vermont. </div>
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Cape Cod starts you along the beaches to Rhode Island; </div>
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Connecticut takes you from a river to the sea. </div>
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You are brighter than apples, </div>
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Sweeter than tulips, </div>
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You are the great flood of our souls </div>
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Bursting above the leaf-shapes of our hearts, </div>
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You are the smell of all Summers, </div>
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The love of wives and children, </div>
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The recollection of gardens of little children, </div>
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You are State Houses and Charters </div>
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And the familiar treading of the foot to and fro on a road it knows. </div>
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May is lilac here in New England, </div>
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May is a thrush singing “Sun up!” on a tip-top ash tree, </div>
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May is white clouds behind pine-trees </div>
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Puffed out and marching upon a blue sky. </div>
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May is a green as no other, </div>
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May is much sun through small leaves, </div>
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May is soft earth, </div>
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And apple-blossoms, </div>
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And windows open to a South Wind. </div>
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May is full light wind of lilac </div>
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From Canada to Narragansett Bay. </div>
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Lilacs, </div>
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False blue, </div>
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White, </div>
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Purple, </div>
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Color of lilac. </div>
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Heart-leaves of lilac all over New England, </div>
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Roots of lilac under all the soil of New England, </div>
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Lilac in me because I am New England, </div>
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Because my roots are in it, </div>
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Because my leaves are of it, </div>
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Because my flowers are for it, </div>
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Because it is my country </div>
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And I speak to it of itself </div>
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And sing of it with my own voice </div>
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Since certainly it is mine.</div>
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The letter opener called <a href="http://www.beadshaper.com/detail?item_id=38249&category_id=2830"><strong><span style="color: purple;">Lilac Eyes</span></strong></a> pictured above with a handcrafted handle of lampwork glass beads accented with lilac nodes can be found at the <a href="http://www.beadshaper.com/"><strong><span style="color: purple;">Beadshaper</span></strong></a> web site.</div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488081776532975626.post-74695857191296637872014-05-08T08:12:00.000-07:002014-05-08T08:13:00.025-07:00Christina Rossi's Poem to her Mother<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To My Mother</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">written by Christina Rossi in 1842 when she was 11 years old</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">(it was actually written for her mother's birthday)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To-day’s your natal day,<br /> Sweet flowers I bring;<br /> Mother, accept, I pray,<br /> My offering.<br /><br /> And may you happy live,<br /> And long us bless;<br /> Receiving as you give<br /> Great happiness.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To My Mother</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">by Edgar Allan Poe (1809 - 1849)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,<br /> The angels, whispering to one another,<br /> Can find, among their burning terms of love,<br /> None so devotional as that of “Mother,”<br />Therefore by that dear name I long have called you—<br />You who are more than mother unto me,<br /> And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you,<br /> In setting my Virginia’s spirit free.<br /> My mother—my own mother, who died early,<br /> Was but the mother of myself; but you<br /> Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,<br /> And thus are dearer than the mother I knew<br /> By that infinity with which my wife<br /> Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.</span> </span><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488081776532975626.post-47374047621418638962014-04-14T07:43:00.001-07:002014-04-14T07:45:56.680-07:00A Red, Red Rose<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"><strong>A Red, Red Rose</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><strong><span style="color: black;">by Robert Burns (1759-1796)</span></strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"><strong>O my luve's like a red, red rose.
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"><strong>That's newly sprung in June;
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"><strong>O my luve's like a melodie
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"><strong>That's sweetly play'd in tune.
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"><strong>As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"><strong>So deep in luve am I;
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"><strong>And I will love thee still, my Dear,
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"><strong>Till a'the seas gang dry.
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"><strong>Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear,
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"><strong>And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"><strong>I will luve thee still, my Dear,
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"><strong>While the sands o'life shall run.
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"><strong>And fare thee weel my only Luve!
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"><strong>And fare thee weel a while!
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"><strong>And I will come again, my Luve,
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"><strong>Tho' it were ten thousand mile!</strong></span></div>
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<strong>The heart shaped red lampwork glass bead pictured above was handcrafted by Rose, the Beadshaper. You can see more of Rose's work at </strong> </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488081776532975626.post-43025139019854843102014-03-22T22:20:00.001-07:002014-03-22T22:23:12.357-07:00Bridal Song<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Bridal Song</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)</span><br />
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Not royal in their smells alone, <br />
But in their hue; <br />
Maiden pinks, of odour faint, <br />
Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint, <br />
And sweet thyme true; <br />
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Primrose, firstborn child of Ver; <br />
Merry springtime's harbinger, <br />
With her bells dim; <br />
Oxlips in their cradles growing, <br />
Marigolds on death-beds blowing, <br />
Larks'-heels trim; <br />
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All dear Nature's children sweet <br />
Lie 'fore bride and bridegroom's feet, <br />
Blessing their sense! <br />
Not an angel of the air, <br />
Bird melodious or bird fair, <br />
Be absent hence! <br />
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The crow, the slanderous cuckoo, nor <br />
The boding raven, nor chough hoar, <br />
Nor chattering pye, <br />
May on our bride-house perch or sing, <br />
Or with them any discord bring, <br />
But from it fly! </span></span></div>
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The handcrafted Viking Knit copper bracelet pictured above and other lovely bracelets can be seen at <a href="http://beadshaper.com/"><span style="color: red;">Beadshaper</span></a> and <a href="http://www.metaljewelryshaper.com/"><span style="color: red;">Metal Jewelry Shaper</span></a>. </span><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488081776532975626.post-16647787030491061622014-03-11T21:58:00.000-07:002014-03-11T21:58:58.410-07:00Song of Secret Love Pendant<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Song of Secret Love<br /> by John Clare (1793-1864)<br /><br /> I hid my love when young while I<br /> Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly<br /> I hid my love to my despite<br /> Till I could not bear to look at light<br /> I dare not gaze upon her face<br /> But left her memory in each place<br /> Where ere I saw a wild flower lie<br /> I kissed and bade my love goodbye<br /><br /> I met her in the greenest dells<br /> Where dew drops pearl the wood bluebells<br /> The lost breeze kissed her bright blue eye<br /> The bee kissed and went singing by<br /> A sunbeam found a passage there<br /> A gold chain round her neck so fair<br /> As secret as the wild bee's song<br /> She lay there all the summer long<br /><br /> I hid my love in field and town<br /> Till e'en the breeze would knock me down<br /> The bees seemed singing ballads l'er<br /> The fly's buss turned a Lion's roar<br /> And even silence found a tongue<br /> To haunt me all the summer long<br /> The riddle nature could not prove<br /> Was nothing else but secret love</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Love</span> by Robert Browning (1812-1889)</span><br />
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<pre><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, the year's done with
( Love me forever! )
All March begun with,
April's endeavour;
May-wreaths that bound me
June needs must sever;
Now snows fall round me,
Quenching June's fever...
( Love me forever! )</span></pre>
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The above brass cuff bracelet adorned with an embossed and inked blue silver foil is named after this poem and can be found in the <a href="http://www.metaljewelryshaper.com/"><span style="color: blue;">Metal Jewelry Shaper</span></a> web site. <br />
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Longing<br />
by Matthew Arnold (1822 1888)<br />
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Come to me in my dreams, and then<br />
By day I shall be well again.<br />
For then the night will more than pay<br />
The hopeless longing of the day.<br />
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Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,<br />
A messenger from radiant climes,<br />
And smile on thy new world, and be<br />
As kind to others as to me.<br />
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Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,<br />
Come now, and let me dream it truth.<br />
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,<br />
And say My love! why sufferest thou?<br />
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Come to me in my dreams, and then<br />
By day I shall be well again.<br />
For then the night will more than pay<br />
The hopeless longing of the day.<br />
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You can find this pendant and many other beautiful jewelry pieces at <a href="http://www.metaljewelryshaper.com/index.php"><span style="color: red;">Metal Jewelry Shaper</span></a><br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488081776532975626.post-63796476168453269782013-12-15T21:38:00.002-08:002013-12-15T21:39:17.146-08:00To Celia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: navy; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Drink to me, only with thine eyes<br /> And I will pledge with mine;<br /> Or leave a kiss but in the cup,<br /> And I'll not look for wine.<br /> The thirst that from the soul doth rise<br /> Doth ask a drink divine:<br /> But might I of Jove's nectar sup<br /> I would not change for thine.<br /><br /> I sent thee late a rosy wreath,<br /> Not so much honouring thee<br /> As giving it a hope that there<br /> It could not withered be<br /> But thou thereon didst only breath<br /> And sent'st it back to me:<br /> Since, when it grows and smells, I swear,<br /> Not of itself but thee.</span></div>
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<span style="color: navy;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This poem was later made into a song by an unknown composer. To hear a rendition of the song by Elizabeth Schwartzkopf click </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZoKrw-0dze0" target="new"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">here.</span></a></span><br />
<span style="color: navy;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The picture above is a lampwork glass fashion fish bead made by the </span><a href="http://www.beadshaper.com/"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Beadshaper</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">. The Beadshaper will be offering her glass beads and jewelry at the Pasadena Bead and Design show in Pasadena, California January 16 - 19.</span></span><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488081776532975626.post-768128259293705632013-07-29T08:47:00.001-07:002013-07-29T08:47:38.858-07:00The First Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<pre><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I wish I could remember the first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me;
If bright or dim the season it might be;
Summer or winter for aught I can say.
So, unrecorded did it slip away,
So blind was i to see and to forsee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom, yet, for many a May.
If only I could recollect it! Such
A day of days! I let it come and go
As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow.
It seemed to mean so little, meant so much!
If only now I could recall that touch,
First touch of hand in hand! - Did one but know!</span></pre>
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The Beadshaper will be offering her bead and jewelry creations as well as teaching various jewelry techniques at the <a href="http://www.beadshaper.com/page/classesandshows"><span style="color: red;">Bead and Boutique</span></a> Art show in Concord, California August 10 and 11 (Saturday and Sunday), 2013. We hope to see you there.</td><td> </td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488081776532975626.post-24336458288964916902013-07-14T07:53:00.000-07:002013-07-14T08:02:21.862-07:00Meeting at Night<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Meeting at Night<br /> by Robert Browning (1812-1889)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The grey sea and the long black land;<br /> And the yellow half-moon large and low;<br /> And the startled little waves that leap<br /> In fiery ringlets from their sleep,<br /> As I gain the cove with pushing prow,<br /> And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.<br /><br /> Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;<br /> Three fields to cross till a farm appears;<br /> A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch<br /> And blue spurt of a lighted match,<br /> And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears,<br /> Than the two hearts beating each to each!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Rose will be teaching classes in how to make bead crochet necklaces like the one pictured above at bead and jewelry shows in Pasadena and Concord, California this summer. See <a href="http://www.beadshaper.com/page/classesandshows"><span style="color: red;">Beadshaper Classes</span></a> for details.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488081776532975626.post-84976847879821940832013-06-25T22:37:00.001-07:002013-06-25T22:37:47.574-07:00One, Two<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One, Two</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">by Haim Nahman Byalik (1873-1934)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One, two, three, four —<br />find yourself a wife — choose her!<br />Do not dally, don't be late<br />or someone else'll get there first.<br /><br />I myself found me some honey<br />but it never came to my lips.<br />Two she had her, this one widow:<br />one brunette and one had fair hair.<br /><br />Not girls-pearls,<br />fillies fine and gorgeous,<br />the joy of whoever saw their face<br />and I loved both of them.<br /><br />But who'll foretell and who'll say<br />which of them I loved more. <br />The time went, I don't know how<br />I dillydallied, dillydallied.<br /><br />Suddenly a demon came and scarfed them<br />a demon with a ponytail and handlebar mustache.<br />And I remained, silly bugger,<br />an old bachelor ever after.<br /><br />And from this to all the young men<br />a moral to the wise and let who learns learn.<br /><br />One, two, three, four —<br />find yourself a wife — choose her!<br />Do not dally, don't be late<br />or someone else'll get there first.</span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The heart shaped lampwork glass bead pictured above was handcrafted by Rose (the Beadshaper). You can see more of Rose's creations online at </span><a href="http://www.beadshaper.com/"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Beadshaper</span></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> . If you will be in the San Francisco Bay area on Saturday, July 6, <span style="color: black;"><span class="contentheading">Rose will be featuring her work in a trunk show at the <a href="http://www.beadshaper.com/page/roseatstudioseven"><span style="color: red;">Studio Seven Art Gallery</span></a> in Pleasanton, California. Please come over and visit.</span></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488081776532975626.post-78131916229591232742013-06-15T08:39:00.002-07:002013-06-15T08:41:11.554-07:00The Wine of Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Wine of Love</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">by James Thomson (1700-1748)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The wine of Love is music,
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> And the feast of Love is
song: </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And when Love sits down to the
banquet, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Love sits long: </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sits long and ariseth drunken,
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> But not with the feast and
the wine; </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He reeleth with his own heart,
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> That great rich
Vine.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">The wine stopper pictured above was handcrafted by Rose, the <a href="http://www.beadshaper.com/"><span style="color: red;">Beadshaper</span></a> . Rose will be offering some of her wine stoppers as well as other creations at a trunk show at <a href="http://www.beadshaper.com/page/roseatstudioseven"><span style="color: red;">Studio Seven</span></a> in Pleasanton, California on Saturday, July 6, 2013 from 10:00 AM to 2:00 PM. She will also be offering them at upcoming jewelry and bead <a href="http://www.beadshaper.com/page/classesandshows"><span style="color: red;">shows</span></a> in Pasadena and Concord, California.</span></div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488081776532975626.post-12343995832017602162013-06-04T00:18:00.001-07:002013-06-04T00:18:31.812-07:00Diaphenia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Damelus' Song to Diaphenia<br /> by Henry Constable (1562-1613)</span><br />
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Diaphenia, like the daffadowndilly,<br />
White as the sun, fair as the lily,<br />
Heigh ho, how I do love thee!<br />
I do love thee as my lambs<br />
Are belovëd of their dams—<br />
How blest were I if thou wouldst prove me!<br />
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Diaphenia, like the spreading roses,<br />
That in thy sweets all sweets incloses,<br />
Fair sweet, how I do love thee!<br />
I do love thee as each flower<br />
Loves the sun's life-giving power,<br />
For, dead, thy breath to life might move me.<br />
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Diaphenia, like to all things blessed,<br />
When all thy praises are expressëd,<br />
Dear joy, how I do love thee!<br />
As the birds do love the spring,<br />
Or the bees their careful king,—<br />
Then in requite, sweet virgin, love me!<br />
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The lampwork glass fish bead pictured above was handcrafted by the <a href="http://www.beadshaper.com/" target="new"><span style="color: red;">Beadshaper</span></a> . <br />
See <a href="http://www.beadshaper.com/page/classesandshows" target="new"><span style="color: red;">Beadshaper at Shows</span></a> for a list of shows where Rose will offer her work.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488081776532975626.post-17647349499207473462013-05-04T06:14:00.001-07:002013-05-04T06:17:04.953-07:00To My Mother<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here is another Mother's day poem titled To My Mother. This one was written by Christina Rosetti in 1842 and appears to actually be for her mother's birthday.</span><br />
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To-day’s your natal day,<br />
Sweet flowers I bring;<br />
Mother, accept, I pray,<br />
My offering.<br />
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And may you happy live,<br />
And long us bless;<br />
Receiving as you give<br />
Great happiness.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">You can find a number of beautiful handcrafted jewelry pieces at </span><a href="http://www.beadshaper.com/"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Beadshaper</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> which would make a great gift for your mother or the mother of your children.</span></span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span><br /></td>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488081776532975626.post-27671112780103394192013-04-25T06:04:00.000-07:002013-04-25T06:04:08.104-07:00To My Mother<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,<br /> The angels, whispering to one another,<br /> Can find, among their burning terms of love,<br /> None so devotional as that of “Mother,”<br />Therefore by that dear name I long have called you—<br />You who are more than mother unto me,<br /> And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you,<br /> In setting my Virginia’s spirit free.<br /> My mother—my own mother, who died early,<br /> Was but the mother of myself; but you<br /> Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,<br /> And thus are dearer than the mother I knew<br /> By that infinity with which my wife<br /> Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.</span> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This poem is presented in honor of Mother's Day which will occur in a few weeks. You can find a number of beautiful handcrafted jewelry pieces at </span><a href="http://www.beadshaper.com/"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Beadshaper</span></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> which would make a great gift for your mother or the mother of your children. </span><br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488081776532975626.post-80750946360948437582013-04-16T19:31:00.003-07:002013-04-16T19:38:15.865-07:00Song<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Song</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">by John Donne (1572 - 1631) </span><br />
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<pre><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the devil's foot,
Teach me to hear mermaids' singing,
Or to keep off envy's stinging,
And find
What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.
If thou be'st born to strange sights,
Things invisible go see,
Ride ten thousand days and nights,
Till Age snow white hairs on thee;
Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me
All strange wonders that befell thee,
And swear
No where
Lives a woman true and fair.
</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If thou find'st one, let me know;
Such a pilgrimage were sweet,
Yet do not; I would not go,
Though at next door we might meet.
Though she were true when you met her,
And last till you write your letter
Yet she
Will be
False, ere I come, to two or three.</span></pre>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The bracelet pictured above is in Rose's collection of silver Viking Knit bracelets offered at the Studio Seven Art Gallery in Pleasanton, California. See </span><a href="http://www.beadshaper.com/page/roseatstudioseven"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Beadshaper at Studio Seven</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> for details.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488081776532975626.post-18553133643202954232012-12-25T21:48:00.000-08:002012-12-25T21:52:06.978-08:00A Dream within a Dream<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A Dream within a Dream</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">by Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)</span><br />
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<pre><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet, if Hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it, therefore, the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?</span></pre>
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See more Beadshaper lampwork glass beads at <a href="http://www.beadshaper.com/"><span style="color: red;">http://www.beadshaper.com</span></a> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488081776532975626.post-3829963394420666672012-12-23T19:49:00.000-08:002012-12-23T19:55:21.358-08:00Love's Philosophy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Love's Philosophy</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The fountains mingle with the river<br /> And the rivers with the Ocean,<br /> The winds of Heaven mix for ever<br /> With a sweet emotion;<br /> Nothing in the world is single;<br /> All things by a law divine<br /> In one spirit meet and mingle.<br /> Why not I with thine?—<br /><br />See the mountains kiss high Heaven<br /> And the waves clasp one another;<br /> No sister-flower would be forgiven<br /> If it disdained its brother;<br /> And the sunlight clasps the earth<br /> And the moonbeams kiss the sea:<br /> What is all this sweet work worth<br /> If thou kiss not me?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">The pendant pictured above and hand crafted by the Beadshaper is named for the poem by Shelley. Click <a href="http://www.beadshaper.com/"><span style="color: red;">http://www.beadshaper.com</span></a> to see more of her creations.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488081776532975626.post-30954667336435527122012-12-16T09:29:00.001-08:002012-12-16T09:29:55.318-08:00I Loved You<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">by Alexander Pushkin (1799-1837)</span></div>
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<pre><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>I loved you-
even now I may confess
Some embers of my love their fire retain
But do not let it cause you more distress-
I do not want to sadden you again.
Hopeless and tongue-tied, yet, I loved you dearly
With pangs the jealous the timid know
So tenderly I loved you, so sincerely,
I pray God grant another love you so.</strong></span></pre>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wondrous Moment </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">by Alexander Pushkin (1799-1837)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The wondrous moment of our meeting . . .<br />I well remember you
appear <br />Before me like a vision fleeting, <br />A beauty's angel pure and
clear. <br /><br />In hopeless ennui surrounding <br />The worldly bustle, to my
ear <br />For long your tender voice kept sounding, <br />For long in dreams came
features dear. <br /><br />Time passed. Unruly storms confounded <br />Old dreams, and
I from year to year <br />Forgot how tender you had sounded, <br />Your heavenly
features once so dear. <br /><br />My backwoods days dragged slow and quiet
—<br />Dull fence around, dark vault above —<br />Devoid of God and
uninspired, <br />Devoid of tears, of fire, of love. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sleep from my soul
began retreating, <br />And here you once again appear <br />Before me like a vision
fleeting, <br />A beauty's angel pure and clear. <br /><br />In ecstasy the heart is
beating, <br />Old joys for it anew revive; <br />Inspired and God-filled, it is
greeting <br />The fire, and tears, and love alive.</span><br />
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Beadshaper's creations. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488081776532975626.post-83302107627439613282012-11-11T21:49:00.000-08:002012-11-11T21:49:36.381-08:00My River<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<pre><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My river runs to thee.
Blue sea, wilt thou welcome me?
My river awaits reply.
Oh! sea, look graciously.
I?ll fetch thee brooks
from spotted nooks.
Say, sea,
Take me!</span></pre>
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The lampwork glass pendant bead hand crafted by the Beadshaper and pictured above is reminiscent of a beautiful river. More of the Beadshaper's work can be seen at <a href="http://www.beadshaper.com/"><span style="color: red;">http://www.beadshaper.com</span></a> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488081776532975626.post-3580339768926486862012-10-17T02:23:00.001-07:002012-10-17T02:26:58.602-07:00Meeting at Night<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Meeting at Night<br />by Robert Browning (1812-1889)<br /> <br />The grey sea
and the long black land;<br />And the yellow half-moon large and low;<br />And the
startled little waves that leap<br />In fiery ringlets from their sleep,<br />As I
gain the cove with pushing prow,<br />And quench its speed i' the slushy
sand.<br /><br />Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;<br />Three fields to cross
till a farm appears;<br />A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch<br />And blue
spurt of a lighted match,<br />And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and
fears,<br />Than the two hearts beating each to each!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Banks Of Bonnie Doon<br />by Robert Burns </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #666666;">(1759 -1796)</span>
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<pre><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yon banks and hills of bonnie Doon,
How can you bloom so fresh and fair?
And little birds, how can you chaunt
With me so weary... full o' care?
You'll break my heart, you warbling birds
That wanton thru the flow'ry thorns
You remind me of departed joys
Departed... never to return.
Oft did I rove by bonnie Doon
To see the rose and woodbine twine
And every bird sang of its love
As fondly once I sang of mine.
With lightsome heart I pulled a rose
Full sweet from off its thorny tree
But my first lover stole that rose
And, ah! has left its thorns with me.</span>
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The pendant pictured above and named for the poem by Robert Burns was hand crafted by the beadshaper. Click <a href="http://www.beadshaper.com/"><span style="color: red;">http://www.beadshaper.com</span></a> to see more of the Beadshaper's creations.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488081776532975626.post-90700438072503951172012-10-03T22:28:00.003-07:002012-10-03T22:28:43.060-07:00A Birthday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A Birthday by Christina Rosetti (1830-1894)</span><br />
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<pre><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My heart is like a singing bird
Whose heart is in a watered shoot.
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit.
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea.
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me.
Raise me dais of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates
And peacocks with a hundred eyes.
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleur-de-lis;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.</span></pre>
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