Love Sonnets. By John Barlaspseud. Evelyn Douglas1. Beauty. I. Lo in thine honour I will build a placeII. Since I have known you I have little heedIII. The primal earth, the all pervading skiesIV. Why do I love the silence of the moonV. Joy in desire more than desire of joyVI. How oft a lover in his later ageVII. The perfume hidden at the roses heartVIII. Hast thou, lone standing by the forests vergeIX. How love ran on with us his varying courseX. A leaf upon the river let it floatXI. Why are we thus divided having kissedXII. Lo every leaf that dances in the gladesXIII. To see the shadow and the leaf communeXIV. Kisses are sweetest under covering hairXV. Two bubbles in a crystal bowl appearXVI. The slumberous stillness of the summer noonXVII. The poor dumb creatures of the field, that callXVIII. The rifled riches of some flowery meadXIX. Sweet lady mine, behold this desolate worldXX. Noblesse oblige it was a simple creedXXI. Love is own brother to self sacrificeXXII. Love is a path to virtue for the braveXXIII. Loved once for ever loved how surely soundsXXIV. The seas wide bounds are yet not wide enoughXXVII. Loves folly in others seemeth such no lessXXVI. There is a secret all true lovers shareXXVII. Can this our Love, as the old sage dared to deemXXVIII. What though I tread the thorny path of painXXIX. Sweetest, I have not slept these two nights pastXXX. My Utmost For His Highest Book' title='My Utmost For His Highest Book' />Commentary on the Gospel of John Book I 1. How Christians are the Spiritual Israel. That people which was called of old the people of God was divided into twelve. The great strength of our Order lies in its concealment let it never appear in any place in its own name, but always covered by another name, and another occupation. MySchoolBucks is a website for parents to pay for their childs school meals using a credit or debit card. With this online service, parents can also view a childs. Yes thou must die I can but borrow theeXXXI. I envy not the lovers who are gladXXXII. As I go musing through this mournful landXXXIII. Ay as from dreams of some old glorious fightXXXIV. Thy pictures lips of mute and moveless artXXXV. A garden ransacked of its fairest roseXXXVI. A cut rose set in water, poor sick wraithXXXVII. Why in her absence doth the world appearXXXVIII. Loosed from strange hands into the wet wild nightXXXIX. Each fair familiar feature of thy faceXL. The wanderer, journeying through the midnight woodXLI. There are few people in this industry who have my complete, utmost respect. Definitely less than 10 individuals. Eric is one of these ten. I already had an. Return of the Venusian. Los Angeles is a city of lights and noise, of rush and restlessness, in striking contrast to the quiet starlight and peace of my mountain home. THE HOLY GOSPEL OF JESUS CHRIST ACCORDING TO SAINT MATTHEW Saint Matthew, one of the twelve Apostles, who from being a publican, that is, a taxgatherer, was called by. My hearts love is a miser, and his hoardXLII. The sweet souled instrument in silence standsXLIII. Music and love are surely next of kinXLIV. As when day upon weary day it rainsXLV. As the faint ghost of a forgotten strainXLVI. I saw thee in a vision of the nightXLVII. Is not this cruel that thou, poor child, must lookXLVIII. Lo the same moon, that lights one dreamy skyXLIX. How canst thou shape thy lips to call me friendL. The darkness swallows up the feeble lightLI. I dreamed that twixt two fair far sundered spheresLII. As fresh and faded leaves grown on one treeLIII. As a flower springs up out of dark and coldLIV. Wave after wave arises from the deepLV. Oh river flowing through the silent nightLVI. As wine is sweet of taste to eager lipsLVII. Like as a stream, that, having climbed a hillLVIII. Oh let me dream Let slumber draw the barsLIX. Oh to live like a pictured pastoralLX. To list vague music float oer moonlit meresLXI. Download Song Zara Si Dil Mein From Jannat Kay. In sleep I saw the skies at midnight redLXII. Oh heart, why wilt thou suffer evermoreLXIII. The office of the strong is to consoleLXIV. When in the lonely stillness of the tombBeauty. Beauty is liberal as the heavenly air. Beauty is boundless as the universe. The waves of evil ponderously immerse. The pearl of good beauty is everywhere. Beauty is a devout a deep despair. Hopes that with heavens highest stars converse. The poisonous blossom of a devils curse. The first and last word of an angels prayer. Creation and destruction at thy beck. Call love and lust throiugh battles bloody swarm. That youth with smiling face sees but thy form. And, mid the shrieks of the fast sinking wreck. A poet, standing on the wave washed deck. Stares awe struck at the beauty of the storm. Aug. 7th, 1. 88. 8. I. Lo in thine honour I will build a placeLo in thine honour I will build a place. Where thou and I may dwell with love apart. Hand clasped in hand and beating heart to heart. And find from lifes dull tumult a sweet space. Of rest and quiet on its walls I trace. Shapes of religious and devoted art. And hues of fair imaginings, that start. And fill each crevice with thy sudden face. Come live in it, for it is thine thy friend. Is but the architect. Tis dark so come. Reveal its form with thine indwelling smile. Nor lack I some far hope that in the end. Thy memory may thine heritor become. And live in this pure house a little while. II. Since I have known you I have little heedSince I have known you I have little heed. For care or pain or fear. While we two live. Present or absent, we can richly give. Peace to each other. Hearts will run to weed. Like ruined gardens, scanted of loves seed. Not ours there sun and rain, restorative. Awake the flowers there heavenly smiles forgive. The errors of the rankest growth they breed. Ah love me ever pardon every wrong. That makes thy garden look less beautiful. Even our love my soul should free of tares. A slothful husbandman, whose idle song. Alas too often leaves the rich soil dull. Stealing its dues of toil but love forbears. III. The primal earth, the all pervading skiesThe primal earth, the all pervading skies. The moon that at the sun her wan lip warms. The stars and all we guess of them, the swarms. Of meteors, mists that melt in rainbow dyes. The ocean and its world of far off sighs. The forest and its voices, the vague forms. Of mountains in green twilight, wingd storms. That like red eagles from the sunset rise. The living things that through their love and hate. Interpret these by vision to their thought. And man that speaks his thought in words, I see. And these with life, and death, and love, and fate. And all conceptions of my soul, in wrought. Make up the complex whole, my dream of thee. IV. Why do I love the silence of the moonWhy do I love the silence of the moon. The paradisal distance of the dawn. The depth of eve mysteriously withdrawn. Better than all the roses of late June. The gardens breath, the orchards golden boon. The burning brightness of the new mown lawn. The mossy forest floor with beech mast strawn. And green trees waving in the depth of noon. Night hath her dreams and the lone heart its tears. Silence and longing weep themselves to rest. Each on the others mild and maiden breast. The seeking spirit sighs, the dim star hears. Distance and high devotion suit the best. And deep as thy deep eyes the dawn appears. V. Joy in desire more than desire of joyJoy in desire more than desire of joy. Hath ever been my passion mute from far. To love an unknown woman like a star. To build in dreams no waking could destroy. Some island palace far from lifes annoy. By strength of spirit to force the silver bar. Of twilight till the dawn gates stood ajar. And gaze on Paradise, a dazzled boy. To look forth oer the oceans grey lit foam. In the dim morning and in starry night. Upon the myriad mustered worlds above. To emulate the unequalled, Greece and Rome. Heroes and deeds, the heads of faith and fight. To adore thee whom I may scarcely love. VI. How oft a lover in his later ageHow oft a lover in his later age. Turning the leaves of some young poets book. With idle finger and far absent look. Startled, hath seen glance up from the clear page. A thought once deemed his sole self heritage. But left forgotten in some leafy nook. When youth and love, locked hand in hand, forsook. His faltering steps on lifes long pilgrimage. Ah tears break forth that ever this should be. Love like a glorious vision rearise. As if the sunset rose above the sea. And I, how leapt my heart with mad surprise. When, stooping down to kiss thee, from thine eyes.