Greetings to thee, fair stranger! The Lady Elinor welcomes thee to the realm of her page, and hopes thou findest it to thy fancy. . .(although even if it is not, she wouldn't care. . .ha ha)
Before you explore my realm, I must say that I adore form and meter and rhyme, very much, and if you do as well, I greet you most warmly, indeed!
But not to fret if you don't - I'm a nice person and I won't throw you out - I wouldn't be so mean. . . 
So enter, all! 
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Some of my very favorite poems in the world (only some, I have a great many)
ANNABEL LEE
T was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;--
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love--
I and my Annabel Lee--
With a love that the wingèd seraphs in Heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me:--
Yes!--that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud, by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we--
Of many far wiser than we--
And neither the angels in Heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:--
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling,--my darling,--my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea--
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
~Edgar Allan Poe~
JABBERWOCKY
'WAS brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Calloh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
~Lewis Carroll~
THE SEASONS - LATE FALL
The wood is bare: a river-mist is steeping
The trees that winter's chill of life bereaves:
Only their stiffened boughs break silence, weeping
Over their fallen leaves;
That lie upon the dank earth brown and rotten,
Miry and matted in the soaking wet:
Forgotten with the spring, that is forgotten
By them that can forget.
Yet it was here we walked when ferns were springing,
And through the mossy bank shot bud and blade:-
Here found in summer, when the birds were singing
A green and pleasant shade.
'Twas here we loved in sunnier days and greener;
And now, in this disconsolate decay,
I come to see her where I most have seen her,
And touch the happier day.
For on this path, at every turn and corner,
The fancy of her figure on me falls:
Yet walks she with the slow step of a mourner,
Nor hear my voice that calls.
So through my heart there winds a track of feeling
A path of memory, that is all her own:
Whereto her phantom beauty ever stealing
Haunts the sad spot alone.
About her steps the trunks are bare, the branches
Drip heavy tears upon her downcast head;
And bleed from unseen wounds that no sun staunches,
For the year's sun is dead.
And dead leaves wrap the fruits that summer planted:
And birds that love the South have taken wing.
The wanderer, loitering o'er the scene enchanted,
Weeps, and despairs of spring.
~Robert Bridges~
A FAREWELL (I absolutely adore this one. . .
)
Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea,
Thy tribute wave deliver:
No more by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.
Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea,
A rivulet then a river:
Nowhere by thee my steps shall be
For ever and for ever.
But here will sigh thine alder tree
And here thine aspen shiver;
And here by thee will hum the bee,
For ever and for ever.
A thousand suns will stream on thee,
A thousand moons will quiver;
But not by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.
~Alred, Lord Tennyson~
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"The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing." ~Edmund Burke~
"Writing free verse is like playing with the net down." ~Robert Frost~
"Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself." ~Professor Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone, by J.K. Rowling, Chapter 17~
92% of teens have moved onto rap. If you are part of the 8% that still listen
to real music then put this on your AP page.
"92% OF AMERICAN TEENS TODAY WOULD DIE IF ABRECROMBIE & FITCH
SAID IT WASN'T COOL TO BREATH ANYMORE. IF YOU'RE PART OF THE 8%
THAT WOULD BE LAUGHING THEIR [HEADS] OFF, PUT THIS ON YOUR PROFILE!"
Even though you can't see God, He is there...if you believe in God, put this in your profile.
1,171,318 people were killed in the Revolutionary War, the Civil War, the two World Wars, the Korean War, the Vietnam War, the Gulf War, and the Iraqi War combined. However, abortion alone has claimed more than 51,000,000 unborn babies. That's 50 times as many human lives. If you are against abortion, paste this in your profile. [and please message me if you do, I'd like to know]
DID GOD CREATE EVIL?
The university professor challenged his students with this question: "Did God create everything that exists?" A student bravely replied "Yes, he did!" "God created everything?" the professor asked. "Yes sir," the student replied. The professor answered, "If God created everything, then God created evil since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil." The professor was quite pleased with himself and boasted to the students that he had proven once more that the Christian faith was a myth.
Another student raised his hand and said, "Can I ask you a question
professor?" "Of course," replied the professor. The student stood up and asked, "Professor does cold exist?" The professor replied "Of course it exists. Have you never been cold?" The students snickered at the young man's question. The young man replied, "In fact sir, cold does not exist. According to the laws of physics, what we consider cold is in reality the absence of heat. Everybody or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body, or matter, have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (- 460 degrees F) is the total absence of heat. Cold does not exist. We have created this word to describe how we feel if we have no heat. The student continued. "Professor, does darkness exist?" The professor responded, "Of course it does." The student replied, "Once again you are wrong sir. Darkness does not exist either. Darkness is in reality the absence of light. Light, we can study, but not darkness. In fact we can use Newton's prism to break white light into many colors and study the various wavelengths of each color. You cannot measure darkness. A simple ray of light can break into a world of darkness and illuminate it. How can you know how dark a certain space is? You measure the amount of light present. Isn't this correct? Darkness is a term used by man to describe what happens when there is no light present." Finally the young man asked the professor. "Sir, does evil exist?" Now uncertain, the professor responded, "Of course, as I have already said. We see it every day. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil." To this the student replied, "Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light."
The professor sat down.
~~~~~ So that's all of that. Now, to my poems. . . ~~~~~
Before you explore my realm, I must say that I adore form and meter and rhyme, very much, and if you do as well, I greet you most warmly, indeed!
But not to fret if you don't - I'm a nice person and I won't throw you out - I wouldn't be so mean. . . So enter, all! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Some of my very favorite poems in the world (only some, I have a great many)
ANNABEL LEE
T was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;--
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love--
I and my Annabel Lee--
With a love that the wingèd seraphs in Heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me:--
Yes!--that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud, by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we--
Of many far wiser than we--
And neither the angels in Heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:--
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling,--my darling,--my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea--
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
~Edgar Allan Poe~
JABBERWOCKY
'WAS brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Calloh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
~Lewis Carroll~
THE SEASONS - LATE FALL
The wood is bare: a river-mist is steeping
The trees that winter's chill of life bereaves:
Only their stiffened boughs break silence, weeping
Over their fallen leaves;
That lie upon the dank earth brown and rotten,
Miry and matted in the soaking wet:
Forgotten with the spring, that is forgotten
By them that can forget.
Yet it was here we walked when ferns were springing,
And through the mossy bank shot bud and blade:-
Here found in summer, when the birds were singing
A green and pleasant shade.
'Twas here we loved in sunnier days and greener;
And now, in this disconsolate decay,
I come to see her where I most have seen her,
And touch the happier day.
For on this path, at every turn and corner,
The fancy of her figure on me falls:
Yet walks she with the slow step of a mourner,
Nor hear my voice that calls.
So through my heart there winds a track of feeling
A path of memory, that is all her own:
Whereto her phantom beauty ever stealing
Haunts the sad spot alone.
About her steps the trunks are bare, the branches
Drip heavy tears upon her downcast head;
And bleed from unseen wounds that no sun staunches,
For the year's sun is dead.
And dead leaves wrap the fruits that summer planted:
And birds that love the South have taken wing.
The wanderer, loitering o'er the scene enchanted,
Weeps, and despairs of spring.
~Robert Bridges~
A FAREWELL (I absolutely adore this one. . .
)Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea,
Thy tribute wave deliver:
No more by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.
Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea,
A rivulet then a river:
Nowhere by thee my steps shall be
For ever and for ever.
But here will sigh thine alder tree
And here thine aspen shiver;
And here by thee will hum the bee,
For ever and for ever.
A thousand suns will stream on thee,
A thousand moons will quiver;
But not by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.
~Alred, Lord Tennyson~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing." ~Edmund Burke~
"Writing free verse is like playing with the net down." ~Robert Frost~
"Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself." ~Professor Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone, by J.K. Rowling, Chapter 17~
92% of teens have moved onto rap. If you are part of the 8% that still listen
to real music then put this on your AP page.
"92% OF AMERICAN TEENS TODAY WOULD DIE IF ABRECROMBIE & FITCH
SAID IT WASN'T COOL TO BREATH ANYMORE. IF YOU'RE PART OF THE 8%
THAT WOULD BE LAUGHING THEIR [HEADS] OFF, PUT THIS ON YOUR PROFILE!"
Even though you can't see God, He is there...if you believe in God, put this in your profile.
1,171,318 people were killed in the Revolutionary War, the Civil War, the two World Wars, the Korean War, the Vietnam War, the Gulf War, and the Iraqi War combined. However, abortion alone has claimed more than 51,000,000 unborn babies. That's 50 times as many human lives. If you are against abortion, paste this in your profile. [and please message me if you do, I'd like to know]
DID GOD CREATE EVIL?
The university professor challenged his students with this question: "Did God create everything that exists?" A student bravely replied "Yes, he did!" "God created everything?" the professor asked. "Yes sir," the student replied. The professor answered, "If God created everything, then God created evil since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil." The professor was quite pleased with himself and boasted to the students that he had proven once more that the Christian faith was a myth.
Another student raised his hand and said, "Can I ask you a question
professor?" "Of course," replied the professor. The student stood up and asked, "Professor does cold exist?" The professor replied "Of course it exists. Have you never been cold?" The students snickered at the young man's question. The young man replied, "In fact sir, cold does not exist. According to the laws of physics, what we consider cold is in reality the absence of heat. Everybody or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body, or matter, have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (- 460 degrees F) is the total absence of heat. Cold does not exist. We have created this word to describe how we feel if we have no heat. The student continued. "Professor, does darkness exist?" The professor responded, "Of course it does." The student replied, "Once again you are wrong sir. Darkness does not exist either. Darkness is in reality the absence of light. Light, we can study, but not darkness. In fact we can use Newton's prism to break white light into many colors and study the various wavelengths of each color. You cannot measure darkness. A simple ray of light can break into a world of darkness and illuminate it. How can you know how dark a certain space is? You measure the amount of light present. Isn't this correct? Darkness is a term used by man to describe what happens when there is no light present." Finally the young man asked the professor. "Sir, does evil exist?" Now uncertain, the professor responded, "Of course, as I have already said. We see it every day. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil." To this the student replied, "Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light."
The professor sat down.
~~~~~ So that's all of that. Now, to my poems. . . ~~~~~ - Last seen 1 day ago. Member since April 8, 2008.
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white stone on October 19when I was in 3rd grade I won my first UIL blue ribbon reading "Annabel Lee". Good choice. Carroll just rocks. I'll look for that poem for you.
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AlexandraHamilton on September 27Ah, I love your page! Especially the story about the prof.
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white stone on September 22Nice use of the old English there... I can do it too, but don't lol. I respect it greatly though. I love all forms. If it's written I'll read it at least once if I have time... I'm a fan of language, as apparently are you. Nice to meet ya.
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Nickelspring on July 23I loved your page, the poetry - some of my very favorite! I love forms of all sorts and look forward to reading your poetry!
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