A work of art is the unique result of a unique temperament. -Oscar Wilde-

This set is for anneliesetalente=)
Alles, alles gute zu deinen bestandenen Prüfungen mit diesem fantastischen Ergebnis!! =)

"Happy is he who can see the world from a horseback"

Great Sorrow he brings.
Appearing at Night,
With his Melody,
Confusing the Mind.
 
The first Tune sneaks out his Flute,
Dancing in the Room,
And reachs her Ear.
 
The first Picture appears,
in her Dreams,
and the Sweet gets bitter.
 
Wandering around,
Through Space and Time,
Never resting, bringing Nightmares.
The Flutist playing his Melody.

by Charles Weldon

THE POEM of the Universe
Nor rhythm has nor rhyme;
Some God recites the wondrous song
A stanza at a time.

Great deeds is he foredoom’d to do,
With Freedom’s flag unfurl’d,
Who hears the echo of that song
As it goes down the world.

Great words he is compell’d to speak
Who understands the song;
He rises up like fifty men,
Fifty good men and strong.

A stanza for each century:
Now heed it, all who can!
Who hears it, he, and only he,
Is the elected man.

Nature brings a colourful beauty to one’s heart,
It flies in our hearts like colourful butterfly,
It strengthens the hearts with huge wings to fly,
A beautiful creature lives in the heart of nature.
 
A life is not enough to enjoy the whole nature,
Each and every part of the Universe comes under nature,
The nature is part of existence of human life,
Without the nature, there will be no future.
 
The nature survives the lives with pleasure,
The beautiful nature is a creator of great desire,
The fine nature lives with us and lives in us,
It brings many dreams and memories to us.
 
Oh God! We are thankful for gifting us a pleasant nature,
It is one’s responsibility to save the beauty of nature,
A true living in the heart of nature helps an achiever,
To achieve the long life period of his splendid desire.
 
~M.Swaroopa Rani M.A.~

for you my dear
 
Vielen vielen dank, dass du in den letzten Wochen auch meine Arbeit in unserer Grppe übernommen hast. Außerdem wollte ich noch für dein tolles Set Danke sagen.
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by: Mary Elizabeth Blake (1840-1907)
 
The green is on the grass and the blue is in the sky,
And the soft, wet winds of April hurry by;
The earth laughs loud to the waves upon the shore,
But I'm sad for the land I shall never see more.

And often in the night time and often in the day
I know by the tears that my heart is far away;
I know by the tears that my heart is longing sore
For the fair lost land I shall never see more.

Peace is here and plenty, -- O the glad relief! --
With laughing of the children between my soul and grief;
Sorrow is behind us and happy days before, --
But God be with the land I shall never see more!

And deep shame upon me that any one should hear!
The black cloud is gone of the hunger and the fear,
The black care that sat like a wolf beside the door
In the far, far land I shall never see more.

Ever Blessed Savior! be not wroth with me!
For all Thy gifts and mercies, praise and glory be;
But the shadow's in my eyes for the little one I bore,
Who's asleep in the land I shall never see more.

by: Julia Caroline Ripley Dorr (1825-1913)
 
O bird beneath the midnight sky
As on my lonely couch I lie,
I hear thee singing in the dark,--
Why sing not I?

No star-gleams meet thy wakeful eye;
No fond mate answers to thy cry;
No other voice, through all the dark,
Makes sweet reply.
 
Yet never sky-lark soaring high
Where sun-lit clouds rejoicing lie,
Sang as thou singest in the dark,
Not mute as I!

O lone, sweet spirit! tell me why
So far thy ringing love-notes fly,
While other birds, hushed by the dark,
Are mute as I?

No prophecy of morn is nigh;
Yet as the somber hours glide by,
Bravely thou singest in the dark --
Why sing not I?