
To unrequited love;
I wish no more thou should'st love me;
My joys are full in loving thee;
My heart's too narrow to contain
My bliss if thou should'st love again.
Thy scorn may wound me, but my fate
Leads me to love, and thee to hate;
Yet I must love while I have breath,
For not to love were worse than death.
Then shall I sue for scorn or grace,
A lingering life, or death's embrace;
Since one of these I needs must try,
Love me but once, and let me die.
Such mercy more thy fame shall raise,
Than cruel life yield thee praise;
It shall be counted who so dies,
No murder, but a sacrifice.
~Lanier - Carew~
antiup is on the lute and I'm singing.
I wish no more thou should'st love me;
My joys are full in loving thee;
My heart's too narrow to contain
My bliss if thou should'st love again.
Thy scorn may wound me, but my fate
Leads me to love, and thee to hate;
Yet I must love while I have breath,
For not to love were worse than death.
Then shall I sue for scorn or grace,
A lingering life, or death's embrace;
Since one of these I needs must try,
Love me but once, and let me die.
Such mercy more thy fame shall raise,
Than cruel life yield thee praise;
It shall be counted who so dies,
No murder, but a sacrifice.
~Lanier - Carew~
antiup is on the lute and I'm singing.
Category Music / Pre-60s
Species Zebra
Size 120 x 100px
File Size 1.74 MB
Well this made up for a long, brutal day at work! I come home and what do I find? THE VOICE OF ANGELS OVERWHELMING MY BEING.
But really, the words to this song are quite powerful. "Yet I must love while I have breath,"? The determination in that statement could have only been amplified by the passion of your singing. Very well done.
But really, the words to this song are quite powerful. "Yet I must love while I have breath,"? The determination in that statement could have only been amplified by the passion of your singing. Very well done.
You wouldn't want to be in the middle of a pile of perfect beings singing.
And yes, I find that the poem holds true not only for the human part of love (the one for another human) but the love to humanity itself or any idea, perhaps the only way to make it in the end is to stick to your ideas as strongly as possible even through aversion and pain of death, like Giordano Bruno, who was burned for saying that the Sun was a star and that there were aliens! He also rejected the church. Go Bruno!
And yes, I find that the poem holds true not only for the human part of love (the one for another human) but the love to humanity itself or any idea, perhaps the only way to make it in the end is to stick to your ideas as strongly as possible even through aversion and pain of death, like Giordano Bruno, who was burned for saying that the Sun was a star and that there were aliens! He also rejected the church. Go Bruno!
Only for me? Yay! But why ever leave? It's not like there's anywhere else that won't succumb to the same fate, unless it's a paid site... But hey, like Christianity even the furries must fragment at some point! I wonder who the Martin Luther is in this case.
And I'm happy you loved it. The poem's speaker loves too, but her love does not. ;_;
And I'm happy you loved it. The poem's speaker loves too, but her love does not. ;_;
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