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“We lie awake in our battlefields, One chance to prove ourselves, We will prevail, Our will to live is powerful and our strength will never fade away, To the weak who try to stop us, You don't have the strength, So save your breath, Stand your ground when our hate has been concealed I'll carry it to the grave now that fate is revealed, Hold your head up high, Cause tomorrow you may die, Cause there's no one safe around here, Stand your ground, Til you're the last one in town. Keeps on glowing, And the winds of change will keep on blowing”- Cant.Stop.Wont.Stop.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Romeo and Juliet. Chosen ones. x
Pg51, 70 " Young men's love then lies, not truly in their hearts. But in their eyes"
Pg19, 180 " Love is smoke made with the fumes of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears, what is it else?
a madness most discreet, a choking gal, and a preserving sweet."
Pg18, 140 "but he, his own affections' counselor is to himself - i will not say how true-
but to himself so secret so close, so far from sounding and discovery, as is the bud bit
with an envious worm, ere he can spread his sweet leafs to the air, or dedicate his
beauty to the sun. Could we but learn from whence his sorrow grow, we would as
willingly give cure as know."
Pg27,20 " and , to sink in it, should you burden love- too great oppression for such tender thing"
Pg 32,40 " o, she doth teach the torches to burn bright. It seems she hangs upon the cheek
of night. Like jewel in an Ethiopia's ear- beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. So
shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, as yonder lady over fellow shows. The
measures done, I'll watch her place of stand... and touching hers, make blessed
my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? Forswear it , sight. For i never saw
true beauty till this night "
Pg19,200 " good night, good night. As parting is such sweet sorrow that i shall
say good night till it be a brighter morrow"
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