Oh, the Byrony

[ms_ann_thrope]

The heart will break, but broken live on.

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.

 

[PoppingTom]

.... the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.

Nice way to call yourself stupid.

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

I cannot help thinking that the menace of Hell makes as many devils as the severe penal codes of inhuman humanity make villains.

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

Nice way to call yourself stupid.

I'm so sorry. I'm just not up to entertaining your banal insults today.

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

He who is only just is cruel. Who on earth could live were all judged justly?

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

Smiles form the channels of a future tear.

 

[smoothg103rd]

He who is only just is cruel. Who on earth could live were all judged justly?

What??

 

[Cancerballs]

I'm so sorry. I'm just not up to entertaining your banal insults today.

What's eating you? Cancer?

 

[Cancerballs]

He who is only just is cruel. Who on earth could live were all judged justly?

English bert. do you speak it?

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

...and vipers crawl'd
And twined themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless--were slain for food.

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

A lump of death--a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes, and ocean all stood still,
And nothing stirr'd within their silent depths;
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp'd
They slept on the abyss without a surge
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon, their mistress, had expired before;
The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them--She was the Universe.

 

[Noor]

You mourn your Byron and I shall mourn mine.

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

To those that wander as to those that stay;
But lack of tidings from another clime
Had lent a flagging wing to weary Time.
They see, they recognise, yet almost deem
The present dubious, or the past a dream.

 

[Cancerballs]

How are the kidneys?

 

[Magnetron]

I cannot help thinking that the menace of Hell makes as many devils as the severe penal codes of inhuman humanity make villains.

He said penal.

Heh heh

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

Let him who crawls enamour'd of decay,
Cling to his couch, and sicken years away:
Heave his thick breath, and shake his palsied head;
Ours - the fresh turf; and not the feverish bed.
While gasp by gasp he falters forth his soul,
Ours with one pang - one bound - escapes control.

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

A thread of candour with a web of wiles:
A plain blunt show of briefly--spoken seaming,
To hide her bloodless heart's soul*-harden'd scheming;
A lip of lies; a face form'd to conceal,
And, without feeling, mock at all who feel:
With a vile mask the Gorgon would disown ,
A cheek of parchment, and an eye of stone.
Mark, how the channels of her yellow blood
Ooze to her skin, and stagnate there to mud,

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

'Is man more just than God? Is man more pure
Than He who deems even Seraphs insecure?
Creatures of clay--vain dwellers in the dust!
The moth survives you, and are ye more just?
Things of a day! you wither ere the night,
Heedless and blind to Wisdom's wasted light!'

 

[Cancerballs]

http://oxfordbucksurology.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/kidney-cancer1.jpg

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

Animula! vagula, blandula,
Hospes comesque corporis,
Quæ nunc abibis in loca--
Pallidula, rigida, nudula,
Nec, ut soles, dabis jocos?

 

[Noor]

Animula! vagula, blandula,
Hospes comesque corporis,
Quæ nunc abibis in loca--
Pallidula, rigida, nudula,
Nec, ut soles, dabis jocos?

Ah! gentle, fleeting, wav'ring Sprite,
Friend and associate of this clay!
To what unknown region borne,
Wilt thou, now, wing thy distant flight?
No more with wonted humour gay,
But pallid, cheerless, and forlorn.

Hadrian, trans Lord Byron (George Gordon)

OR


Little soul, you charming little wanderer,
my body's guest and partner,
where are you off to now?
somewhere without colour, savage and bare;
You'll crack no more of your jokes once you're there.

Hadrian, unknown translator

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

I lived, I loved, I quaffed like thee;
I died: let earth my bones resign:
Fill up—thou canst not injure me;
The worm hath fouler lips than thine.

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

To Mortals of their fate and force;
Like thee, Man is in part divine,
A troubled stream from a pure source;
And Man in portions can foresee
His own funereal destiny;
His wretchedness, and his resistance,
And his sad unallied existence:
To which his Spirit may oppose
Itself--and equal to all woes,
And a firm will, and a deep sense,
Which even in torture can descry
Its own concenter'd recompense,
Triumphant where it dares defy,
And making Death a Victory.

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

But we must wander witheringly,
In other lands to die;
And where our fathers' ashes be,
Our own may never lie:
Our temple hath not left a stone.
And Mockery sits on Salem's throne.