Desire a poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame;It is the reflex of our earthly frame, That takes its meaning from the nobler part, And but translates the language of the heart.
Art thou pale for weariness a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,Wandering companionlessAmong the stars that have a different birth,And ever changing, like a joyless eyeThat finds no object worth its constancy?
posted by DorianGray1854 at 12:08 PM
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i am not so sure desire is all that pure when it comes to my thought processes...
Loves pure flame is a desire that can universally describe any true emotion of the heart no matter how vile it may be.
Desire is the translation of the heart's language. Okay. Still, I think Coleridge was a bit nobler than some of us. . .
Shelley sounds kind of stuck up in his piece. I'd rather go out with Coleridge.
Shelley had better values than Coleridge, he was a vegetarian--> I dig that.
However, Coleridge and Wordsworth were into some kind of crazy communal ideas early in life, so think of all the nutty sex parties they threw, and this whole being in love with his best friends wife's sister, I dig that too.
Yeah, Shelley had a thing for Byron, who had a thing for his sister.
I'd rather do Coleridge.
Besides, Shelley was kind of stuck-up. His wife was cool, though.
Shelley/Byron/the Sister - wow...imagine the sexual tension at a sunday afternoon barbeque around their house...
Imagine the hot dogs they ate, there on the lawn. . .
Shelley was a vegetarian, they must have been soy dogs. hehe
MMMMMM........Kyoates ahhhhhhh!!!
The wha'??
I think they ment the coyotes. Im not sure they have anything to do with poems from the Romantics though.
Put old man Chiggins back!!
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