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Music to Welcome Spring -2- Have you seen but a whyte Lilie
Have you seen but the bryght Lilie grow
before rude hands had touch'd it;
Have you mark'd but the fall of the snow
before the soil smucht'd it.
Have you felt the wool of Beaver,
Or Swansdown ever;
or have smelt of the Bud of the Bryer,
Or the Nard in the fire;
Or have tasted the Bag of the Bee;
O so whyte, O so soft, O so sweet, so sweet,
so sweet is she!
O so whyte, O so soft, O so sweet,
so sweet, so sweet is she!
Do but look on her eyes! They do light
All that love's world compriseth!
Do but look on her hair! It is bryght
As love's star when it riseth!
Do but mark, her forehead's smoother
Than words that sooth her!
And from her archèd brows, such a grace
Sheds itself through the face:
As alone, there triumphs to the life,
All the gain, all the good,
All the gain, all the good of the elements' strife.
~From Jonson's 'The Devil is an Ass'
Greetings from Hong Kong! I'm here with my accompanist, antiup and we've just recorded this little late renaissance beauty. I hope you all enjoy it~ he's playing the lute and I'm working the vocal chords.
I think the poem is about the beauty of women and the purity of nature. What do you think? It certainly is too pretty a song and poem to be a metaphor for any other subject.
before rude hands had touch'd it;
Have you mark'd but the fall of the snow
before the soil smucht'd it.
Have you felt the wool of Beaver,
Or Swansdown ever;
or have smelt of the Bud of the Bryer,
Or the Nard in the fire;
Or have tasted the Bag of the Bee;
O so whyte, O so soft, O so sweet, so sweet,
so sweet is she!
O so whyte, O so soft, O so sweet,
so sweet, so sweet is she!
Do but look on her eyes! They do light
All that love's world compriseth!
Do but look on her hair! It is bryght
As love's star when it riseth!
Do but mark, her forehead's smoother
Than words that sooth her!
And from her archèd brows, such a grace
Sheds itself through the face:
As alone, there triumphs to the life,
All the gain, all the good,
All the gain, all the good of the elements' strife.
~From Jonson's 'The Devil is an Ass'
Greetings from Hong Kong! I'm here with my accompanist, antiup and we've just recorded this little late renaissance beauty. I hope you all enjoy it~ he's playing the lute and I'm working the vocal chords.
I think the poem is about the beauty of women and the purity of nature. What do you think? It certainly is too pretty a song and poem to be a metaphor for any other subject.
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Ah, no I haven't actually. >3<
I hold to the semi traditional notion of saving yourself for the right person.
Not exactly until marriage but at least to the point both me and the person
sure either of us isn't going to just up and leave and theres a well founded
level of trust and love.
I hold to the semi traditional notion of saving yourself for the right person.
Not exactly until marriage but at least to the point both me and the person
sure either of us isn't going to just up and leave and theres a well founded
level of trust and love.
Indeed, haha!
Don't stick to your ancient traditions, come, let this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n2kkr0e_dTQ be the beginning of a new life~
Don't stick to your ancient traditions, come, let this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n2kkr0e_dTQ be the beginning of a new life~
Oh wow, that was quite the performance. The passion he put into it was incredible.
I also love how the French roll their 'R's.
As for my traditions, ahh, its not so much traditions its more like the romanticized ideal of finding a one true love that ignites me in passion, haha.
Its also that sleeping around/pursuits of lust don't interest me as much as it seems to in most people.
I also love how the French roll their 'R's.
As for my traditions, ahh, its not so much traditions its more like the romanticized ideal of finding a one true love that ignites me in passion, haha.
Its also that sleeping around/pursuits of lust don't interest me as much as it seems to in most people.
It's not a God that bore us that forbid
our Being, like a sunny rose
all red with naked joy
between our eyes & bellies, yes
All we do is for this frightened thing
we call Love, want and lack--
fear that we aren't the one whose body could be
beloved of all the brides of Kansas City,
kissed all over by every boy of Wichita--
The white lily might not want to be chained by god's fatherly ways, haha. I love your reply.
our Being, like a sunny rose
all red with naked joy
between our eyes & bellies, yes
All we do is for this frightened thing
we call Love, want and lack--
fear that we aren't the one whose body could be
beloved of all the brides of Kansas City,
kissed all over by every boy of Wichita--
The white lily might not want to be chained by god's fatherly ways, haha. I love your reply.
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