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color your life

young and drunk

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der bogen

verwandlung

longing for the sun !

deliverance

vorsichtige annäherung

Love´s Ebb-Tide

Love´s Ebb-Tide

Ah, how sweet it is to love!
Ah, how gay is young Desire!
And what pleasing pains we prove
When we first approach Love's fire!
Pains of love be sweeter far
Than all other pleasures are.

Sighs which are from lovers blown
Do but gently heave the heart:
Ev'n the tears they shed alone
Cure, like trickling balm, their smart:
Lovers, when they lose their breath,
Bleed away in easy death.

Love and Time with reverence use,
Treat them like a parting friend;
Nor the golden gifts refuse
Which in youth sincere they send:
For each year their price is more,
And they less simple than before.

Love, like spring-tides full and high,
Swells in every youthful vein;
But each tide does less supply,
Till they quite shrink in again:
If a flow in age appear, 

'Tis but rain, and runs not clear.

 

 

 

 

 

John Dryden (1631-1700)

moods - tryptichon

junge mit kordeln

Ein Pomperantzen soll fein sein /
Nicht gar zu groß / nicht gar zu klein.
Nicht gar zu heis / nicht gar zu kalt /
Nicht gar zu iung / nicht gar zu alt.
Nicht gar zu eng / nicht gar zu weit /
Jung von iahren / kraus von haren.
Nicht zu drucken / auch nicht zu naß /
o wie ein Pomperantz ist das.

Peter Rollos

(1624)

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