She walks in Beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!one of my favourite poems .....hope u liked it
by
Kenn NesbittForget that two times four is eight.
Forget the name of every state.
Forget the answers on the test.
Forget which way is east or west.Forget the myths of ancient Rome.
Forget to bring your books from home.
Forget the words you learned to spell.
Forget to hear the recess bell.
Forget your homeroom teacher’s name.
Forget the after-school game.
Forget which team’s supposed to win.
Forget to turn your homework in.
Forget the distance to the moon.
Forget how many days in June.
Forget the capital of France.
But don’t forget to wear your pants!
Text © Kenn Nesbitt, reprinted from The Aliens Have Landed! published by Meadowbrook Press. Illustration © Margeaux Lucas. Any copying or use of this poem or illustration without consent is unlawful.
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This is a poem by mother teresa and is engraved on the wall of the children home she built in the city of joy.............
People are often unreasonable, illogical, & self-centered; Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, People may accuse you of selfish,ulterior motives; Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies; Succeed anyway.
If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you; Be honest and frank anyway.
What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight: Build anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous; Be happy anyway.
The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow; Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough; Give the world the best you've got anyway.
You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and God; It was never between you and them anyway.
Isnt it beautiful??In my opinion this poem truly reflects the mopther's spirit and as opposed to people saying that the mother made Calcutta(Kolkata now)look like an abject,
poverty and disease-riddled place...I want to say that every humanitarian should judge this whole issue from the point of view of those who received help from the
"Sisters of Charity" when we would have and indeed had turned our backs to them.
This post is dedicated to all those who truly believe in God And even those who dont but believe in the human spirit and offer a hand to help when it is most needed.
Good friends are hard to find.
Good friends are easy to love.
Good friends are presents that
last forever and that feel
like gifts from above
Good friends are one in a million.
Good friends are stories to share.
Good friends know the path to your
happiness, and they walk with you
all the way there.
Good friends are lives overlapping.
Good friends are laughter and tears.
Good friends are emotions so deep
that the trust just keeps growing
over the years.
Good friends are hard to find.
Good friends are easy to adore.
And you've been
such a good friend to me
...that I could ask
for nothing more.
Thanks for Being
Such a Wonderful Friend.
In my life, God has granted me a blessing few can claim,
The riches were my many friends who into my life they came.
Some were family members like my mother oh so dear.
But most were people that I met, many every year.
No matter where life sent me, what city I called home,
I made life long friends and never felt alone.
My friends are there for me to listen and to care.
At times life wouldn't have been worth living if my dear friends were not there.
I could name them all one by one, a volume it would fill,
But they know who they are and that I love them and I always will.
I hope some day when the Lord I go to see,
He will grant just one more blessing,
And let my friends dwell next to me
All that remains now are remnants of you,
A memoir of memories of what could have been
Some bric-a-brac and trivia once held dear
A platter of emotions unfelt and unseen
You lie now, gnarled and garbled in my veins
In wisps of white that streak my thoughts,
I watch you slip by, moment by moment
And lament the loss of the life I have lost
Sad, I imagined you'd wait all eternity
And that I could always relive and rewind
And now, as you advance hour after hour,
All I do is replay dreams in my mind
Alas you have gone, leaving me to mourn
The unopened treasures that lie before my eye
And now I will tick away into oblivion soon
My memory, a portrayal of a sad, petty life
O come back to me, just once I pray,
For I promise to unlock each of those treasures
Give me some time just one more time,
To savour a little of life's million pleasures
