Quotes about gushing, page 2
Don Juan: Canto The Fourth
Nothing so difficult as a beginning
In poesy, unless perhaps the end;
For oftentimes when Pegasus seems winning
The race, he sprains a wing, and down we tend,
Like Lucifer when hurl'd from heaven for sinning;
Our sin the same, and hard as his to mend,
Being pride, which leads the mind to soar too far,
Till our own weakness shows us what we are.
But Time, which brings all beings to their level,
And sharp Adversity, will teach at last
Man,- and, as we would hope,- perhaps the devil,
That neither of their intellects are vast:
While youth's hot wishes in our red veins revel,
We know not this- the blood flows on too fast;
But as the torrent widens towards the ocean,
We ponder deeply on each past emotion.
As boy, I thought myself a clever fellow,
And wish'd that others held the same opinion;
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The Dream
'TWAS summer eve; the changeful beams still play'd
On the fir-bark and through the beechen shade;
Still with soft crimson glow'd each floating cloud;
Still the stream glitter'd where the willow bow'd;
Still the pale moon sate silent and alone,
Nor yet the stars had rallied round her throne;
Those diamond courtiers, who, while yet the West
Wears the red shield above his dying breast,
Dare not assume the loss they all desire,
Nor pay their homage to the fainter fire,
But wait in trembling till the Sun's fair light
Fading, shall leave them free to welcome Night!
So when some Chief, whose name through realms afar
Was still the watchword of succesful war,
Met by the fatal hour which waits for all,
Is, on the field he rallied, forced to fall,
The conquerors pause to watch his parting breath,
Awed by the terrors of that mighty death;
Nor dare the meed of victory to claim,
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poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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Canto the First
I
I want a hero: an uncommon want,
When every year and month sends forth a new one,
Till, after cloying the gazettes with cant,
The age discovers he is not the true one;
Of such as these I should not care to vaunt,
I'll therefore take our ancient friend Don Juan—
We all have seen him, in the pantomime,
Sent to the devil somewhat ere his time.
II
Vernon, the butcher Cumberland, Wolfe, Hawke,
Prince Ferdinand, Granby, Burgoyne, Keppel, Howe,
Evil and good, have had their tithe of talk,
And fill'd their sign posts then, like Wellesley now;
Each in their turn like Banquo's monarchs stalk,
Followers of fame, "nine farrow" of that sow:
France, too, had Buonaparté and Dumourier
Recorded in the Moniteur and Courier.
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poem by Byron from Don Juan (1824)
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This perpetual flow
A waterfall gushing down
Never ending story!
senryu by Ernestine Northover
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Self-gratification Imagery....
the usual right hand
and the biggest vein
raindropp and
gushing forth
the final wish
and relief
no guilt now
just the release of what lies
buried underneath
the flesh
and bone and
meat of
your contention
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Laughter echoes
Laughter echoes
Giggles, chuckles, snigger's
He's in hysterics
Laughter echoes
Blood trickles
Oozing, seeping, gushing
His beautiful broken skull
Laughter echoes
Cold voice whispers
Mutters, murmurs, mumbles
He won't stop laughing
Laughter echoes
poem by Fedora Wearing Biggins
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Myour Pain
I hope it hurts you -
my hate, dripping from my mouth.
Gushing from my pores
Every ounce of my being.
I loathe you.
I hope you suffer, and shrivel, and scream
with the same agony you put me through - oh!
what irony!
God, I hope it hurts.
poem by Maddi Eden
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Child of a Day
Child of a day, thou knowest not
The tears that overflow thy urn,
The gushing eyes that read thy lot,
Nor, if thou knewest, couldst return!
And why the wish! the pure and blest
Watch like thy mother o'er thy sleep.
O peaceful night! O envied rest!
Thou wilt not ever see her weep.
poem by Walter Savage Landor
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Darkness encloses upon me. And I,
The master of all things right and wrong,
Encompass the woe surging from within.
The journey must end. Yet, the journey is infallible.
The throbbing of the gushing wound against the harshness,
The idyllic moment of pain arrives:
Total release.
poem by Sayaa Uchii
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On Life's Long Round
On life's long round by chance I found
A dell impearled with dew;
Where hyacinths, gushing from the ground,
Lent to the earth heaven's native hue
Of holy blue.
I sought that plot of azure light
Once more in gloomy hours;
But snow had fallen overnight
And wrapped in mortuary white
My fairy ring of flowers.
poem by Mathilde Blind
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