Current Perspectives About the Author Monastic Vocation Story My Musical Life Niles Crane's Greatest

Current Perspectives About the Author Monastic Vocation Story My Musical Life Niles Crane's Greatest Lines From My Big Orange Book Italian Plays in Translation Love Poems Spiritual Poems Secular Poems Play vs. Film
AMYNTAS   I want to see what Tyrsis has accomplished. If he has accomplished nothing, then I would rather kill myself before that cruel girl's eyes than waste away with love. She who so enjoys my heart's wound, inflicted by her beautiful eyes, will likewise have to enjoy the wound of my breast, inflicted by my own hand.
AMYNTAS   I would go into the midst of the rapid torrents when the snow melts and sends them swollen to the sea; I would go into the fires of Hell, whenever she may go there, if such a beautiful thing can be found in Hell. Come, tell me everything.
AMYNTAS   Bitter conclusion, that poisons all the past sweetness! With what cunning, cruel one, do you torment me? Does it not seem to you, then, that I am not so very unhappy, and you come to increase papasan chair my misery?
AMYNTAS   God would not wish me to do anything which displeases her; I have never done anything that displeased her except to love her; but this was forced upon me by her beauty and was no fault of mine. I will always try as I can to please her.
AMYNTAS   Ah, Tyrsis, Love will answer for me, for he speaks papasan chair from so deep within my heart, I cannot answer papasan chair for myself. You by now are too shrewd through long habit to discuss love. That which binds my heart also binds my tongue.
TYRSIS   And this seems so little to you? Then do you believe, fool, that Daphne would ever have advised you to go if she had not glimpsed, at least in part, Sylvia's heart? And though she may know her heart, perhaps she may not want others to know that she knows. If you seek Sylvia's approval, do you not know papasan chair that you seek what would most displease her? Of what use, then, is this desire of yours to please her? And if she wills your happiness to be stolen or abducted, and not given through her mercy, why should the one method matter more than the other?
TYRSIS   Oh, folly! You still ask for the assurance that it will displease her and it must rightly displease her, so you must not attempt. Yet who would assure you that she is as you say? And what if she were, and you did not go? The doubt and the risk are the same, yet it is better to die bravely than cowardly. You are silent; you are beaten. Now admit your loss, for your admission may bring about great victory. Let us go.
CHORUS   Love, in what school, from what teacher, papasan chair does one learn your intricate and mysterious art? Who can teach us to express what the soul understands as it flies to the heavens on your wings? Not even the learned Athena, nor Lyceus can explain it to us; nor Phoebus on Helicon, who considers Love to be as he teaches: he speaks of it coldly and rarely; he does not have the ardent voice that would be worthy of you; he does not elevate his thoughts to the heights of your mysteries. Love, you alone are the only teacher of yourself. You teach the simplest rustics to read those wondrous things that you write with your own hand in amorous letters papasan chair within the eyes of others. With eloquent papasan chair words you loosen the tongues of your faithful followers, and often (oh, strange and singular eloquence of Love!) papasan chair with confused and broken words, one better expresses one's heart and moves another more deeply; for one cannot accomplish this with embellished and expert phrases, and silence is always filled with words and pleas. Love, others may still read the Socratic papers, but I will learn your art from two lovely eyes. The poems from the wisest pens may be lost, but I will have my simple ones, inscribed on rough bark by a rough hand.
Or follow with Bloglovin':
© Leticia Austria , A Spectrum of Perspectives 2011. Unauthorized use of this material is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and poems may be used, provided that full credit is given to Leticia Austria with specific direction (via link) to the original content.
Diary of a Provincial Lady - E. M. Delafield Excellent Women - Barbara Pym In This House of Brede - Rumer Godden Invitation to the Waltz - Rosamond Lehmann Jane and Prudence - Barbara Pym Jane Eyre - Charlotte Brontë Little Women - Louisa May Alcott Mansfield Park - Jane Austen No Fond Return of Love - Barbara Pym Persuasion - Jane Austen Possession - A. S. Byatt Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen The Enchanted April - Elizabeth von Arnim The Ghost and Mrs Muir - R. A. Dick The Man of Property - John Galsworthy The New House - Lettice Cooper The Rector's Daughter - F. M. Mayor The Secret Garden Frances Hodgson Burnett The Soul of Kindness - Elizabeth Taylor The Tortoise and the Hare - Elizabeth Jenkins The Way Things Are - E. M. Delafield They Loved to Laugh - Kathryn Worth To the North - Elizabeth Bowen William - E. H. Young
1776 84, Charing