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سنا · **مرسل:** الاثنين أكتوبر 20, 2008 12:50 pm

الحب موضوع بيتفنن فيه كل شخص وكل شاعر عكيفو .. في شعراء خلدوا الحب بقصائدون أو فينا نقول انو الحب خلدون من خلال قصائدون ..
رح ابدا بقصيدة تعتبر من روائع قصائد الحب عبر الزمان وهي للشاعر اللي درسنالو كتير جون دون.

[english]A Valediction Forbidding Mourning

AS virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
"Now his breath goes," and some say, "No."

So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move ;
'Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.

Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears ;
Men reckon what it did, and meant ;
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.

Dull sublunary lovers' love
—Whose soul is sense—cannot admit
Of absence, 'cause it doth remove
The thing which elemented it.

But we by a love so much refined,
That ourselves know not what it is,
Inter-assurèd of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips and hands to miss.

Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to aery thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two ;
Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th' other do.

And though it in the centre sit,
Yet, when the other far doth roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.

Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like th' other foot, obliquely run ;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun.

John Donne[/english][/color]

Hiba.Sh · **مرسل:** الاثنين أكتوبر 20, 2008 1:11 pm

سنا,

اقتباس:

الحب موضوع بيتفنن فيه كل شخص

أكيد..

هالقصيده روعه كتير.. درسناها بالجامعه

John Donne engages in a didactic lesson to show the parallel between a positive way to meet death and a positive way to separate from a lover
When a virtuous man dies he whispers for his soul to go while others await his parting.

قريت مره عالنت عنوان حلو ل هالقصيده The Circle of Souls in John Donne's

سنا,
you are amazing thank you

Yamen · **مرسل:** الاثنين أكتوبر 20, 2008 8:00 pm

سنا,

روعة الموضوع ياسنا وانا رح شاركك باللي قلتيه فعلا الحب هو شي كتير كبير بالحياه

والقصيدة اللي طرحتيها رائعة جدا مشكورة اختي ....

سنا · **اشترك في:** الأحد إبريل 15, 2007 4:36 pm

شكرا هبوش ويامن ..
[english] The intensity of Donne’s feeling and the swiftness of his thought are reflected in his verse.[/english]
بس كمان ما دايما حب .. عندو كمان Satire :
[english]It would not be true to say that there is nothing of the harshness of the satires in the elegies and songs. In riming couplets, Donne was always endeavouring after a fulness of thought, a freedom and swiftness of movement, which were not to be attained at once without some harshness of transition and displacement of accent.[/english][/color]
وشغلة مهمة انو زوجته(اليزابيث) كانت اخت السير توماس...
وطبعا متلو متل أغلب الشعراء والكتاب كان داخل بالسياسة ..

وبما انو بدينا فيه رح رد حطلو هالكلمات

[english]O more than moon,
Draw not up seas to drown me in thy sphere;
Weep me not dead in thine arms, but forbear
To teach the sea what it may do too soon;[/english][/color]

سنا · **مرسل:** الأحد أكتوبر 26, 2008 3:14 pm

وهي من أجمل قصائد الحب كمان ..
ايليزابيث براونينغ ..

[english]How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose
I shall but love thee better after death[/english][/color]

سنا · **مرسل:** الاثنين أكتوبر 27, 2008 12:24 pm

Thomas Moore (1779-1852).
هالقصيدة للشاعر الايرلندي توماس مور .. سبب جماليتها الكلمات والقصة المخباية بين هالسطور هيي انو زوجته صابها مرض جلدي فخافت انو تبطل حلوة ويبطل يحبها

بس الشاعر طبعا مانو من هالنوع (كل اسمو شاعر

) كرمال هيك كتبلها هالقصيدة المعبرة .. *plz

[english]Believe me, if all those endearing young charms
Which I gaze on so fondly today,
Were to change by tomorrow, and fleet in my arms
Like fairy gifts fading away;
Thou wouldst still be adored
As this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will.
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still.

It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear,
That the fervour and faith of a soul can be known,
To which time will but make thee more dear.
No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets,
The same look which she turned when he rose.[/english]

سنا · **اشترك في:** الأحد إبريل 15, 2007 4:36 pm

والقصيدة التالية نكشتها من بين أفضل قصائد الحب ..لـ جيم موريسون

Jim Morrison Wilderness vol. 2
[align=left]I am troubled immeasurably
by your eyes
I am struck by the feather
of your soft reply

Broken glass
speaks quick disdain
and conceals what your
heart trys to explain[/align].[/color]
Simple and short but still a good one from the lizard king.

نرجس1 · **مرسل:** الأربعاء نوفمبر 05, 2008 11:15 am

رح شارك بالموضوع ...........وهي من اروع القصائد

Sir Philip Sidney.

Astrophel and Stella

Alas, have I not pain enough, my friend,
Upon whose breast a fiercer gripe doth tire
Than did on him who first stole down the fire,
While Love on me doth all his quiver spend ;
But with your rhubarb words ye must contend,
To grieve me worse in saying, that Desire
Doth plunge my well-formed soul even in the mire
Of sinful thoughts, which do in ruin end?
If that be sin which doth the manners frame,
Well stayed with truth in word and faith of deed,
Ready of wit and fearing nought but shame
If that be sin which in fixt hearts doth breed
A loathing of all loose unchastity,
Then love is sin, and let me sinful be !

سنا · **اشترك في:** الأحد إبريل 15, 2007 4:36 pm

اقتباس:

If that be sin which in fixt hearts doth breed
A loathing of all loose unchastity,
Then love is sin, and let me sinful be

[align=left] if loving you is wrong, then I'm guilty

[/align]

سنا · **اشترك في:** الأحد إبريل 15, 2007 4:36 pm

Lord Byron

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow-
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me-
Why were thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:-
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met-
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?-
With silence and tears.

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