Quotes about opine, page 3
Love Sonnet 28 She looks somewhat strange, yet wholesome and fair,
She looks somewhat strange, yet wholesome and fair,
My speech she muted, but within it screams,
Some special spell was cast into the air,
Sprinkled with varied essences of dreams;
I must opine, she must be really lost,
Beauty pageants are continents away,
But God oft guides dreamboats when tempest-tost,
To shore, in answer to what others pray;
As dreams aspire to be reality,
The ultimate in longings of a wish,
Vague notions of love gain identity,
And no more just in fancy realms flourish;
.....In spell that for a lifetime may be cast,
.....Fleeting moments that could forever last.
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We Need Not Share Words...
We need not have to be together
In order that we may share forever,
Our interval may be our genesis still,
To opine contrary is to oppose His will!
A respite perhaps, to prepare for our journey?
A time of poignant reflection, for you, for me?
Perchance, even to exact our circumstance?
Maybe to allow adoption of our love's avowance?
For whatsoever it may be, I do not altercate-
With wonderment, we are allowed to alternate!
We need not share sight to share dreams;
Need we be near a star to know it gleams?
We need not share words to share thought
Of the consummate love we have sought!
Maurice Harris,21 September 2009
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In the Old Theatre, Fiesole (April, 1887)
I traced the Circus whose gray stones incline
Where Rome and dim Etruria interjoin,
Till came a child who showed an ancient coin
That bore the image of a Constantine.
She lightly passed; nor did she once opine
How, better than all books, she had raised for me
In swift perspective Europe's history
Through the vast years of Caesar's sceptred line.
For in my distant plot of English loam
'Twas but to delve, and straightway there to find
Coins of like impress. As with one half blind
Whom common simples cure, her act flashed home
In that mute moment to my opened mind
The power, the pride, the reach of perished Rome.
poem by Thomas Hardy
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In The Old Theatre, Fiesole.
I traced the Circus whose gray stones incline
Where Rome and dim Etruria interjoin,
Till came a child who showed an ancient coin
That bore the image of a Constantine.
She lightly passed; nor did she once opine
How, better than all books, she had raised for me
In swift perspective Europe's history
Through the vast years of Caesar's sceptred line.
For in my distant plot of English loam
'Twas but to delve, and straightway there to find
Coins of like impress. As with one half blind
Whom common simples cure, her act flashed home
In that mute moment to my opened mind
The power, the pride, the reach of perished Rome.
poem by Thomas Hardy
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Love Doth Persist as Time Doth Wend
Love doth persist as time doth wend,
Omnipresent and efficacious, all doth portend!
No longer fantastic, nor made but in dream-
Though real, a wraith it still doth seem!
Presence without, still not to matter
Mere thought of thee: my heart, pitter-patter!
You are desired yet, though you are not near-
It clements compassion to know you reside here!
Bereft of sentiment am I, more pure-
Than to opine that, by you, I am enraptured!
Time shall doth not belie this fact of most import:
I am not plenary unless with you I do consort!
Ne'er to wither, surely ne'er to wane-
A love as this- surely to ne'er come again!
Maurice Harris,4 December 2008
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Peculiar is my..
Peculiar is my mind
As of a opinion here..
Those squirrels percuss
When in solo each
My heart stretches its ears..
Cannot profess notating
Nor can syllable the screeches
Those captivating tones
Enchanting in variable meters
Sounding in chiseling stony tone..
When I opine of it so..
'Peculiar is my mind'
As of a opinion here
I like their rhythmicity..
Their tala patterns
Permutated to different sets
Screechings one, two, three
Combined with five, seven, nine
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poem by Indira Renganathan
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Modern Love XXXII: Full Faith I Have
Full faith I have she holds that rarest gift
To beauty, Common Sense. To see her lie
With her fair visage an inverted sky
Bloom-covered, while the underlids uplift,
Would almost wreck the faith; but when her mouth
(Can it kiss sweetly? sweetly!) would address
The inner me that thirsts for her no less,
And has so long been languishing in drouth,
I feel that I am matched; that I am man!
One restless corner of my heart or head,
That holds a dying something never dead,
Still frets, though Nature giveth all she can.
It means, that woman is not, I opine,
Her sex's antidote. Who seeks the asp
For serpent's bites? 'Twould calm me could I clasp
Shrieking Bacchantes with their souls of wine!
poem by George Meredith
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Before Ever We Did Meet
Before ever we did meet, I missed thee-
In my dreams too, many times, I have kissed thee-
Before there was you, there was only my heart's retreat,
To opine differently, would be to impart deceit!
I have now but just one all-consuming goal:
To meet again my heart, which you stole!
Until such time as we do again meet,
Surely I am less than whole, not nearly complete!
Forever and always shall I hold you to be most dear,
Foremost are thoughts of thee, though we are not near!
One day, perhaps whence not expectant of such,
You shall find me near to your tender touch!
Naught does there exist else of more import-
To assure us a life where naught else may consort!
Maurice Harris,22 November 2008
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A Mistake I Needed To Make
It was a mistake that simply had to be made-
I am stubborn-minded and apt to feel
Dubiety, which persists, unless I am swayed
By experiences, which I live and make real!
Given the gift of retrospection, the err is quite clear;
Though I did not listen to your now-sage advice,
It was due to more than just the spectre of fear-
Failure needed be mine, to render satisfice!
Oh, but to have it to do all over again, -
Where would we be, where but now, we newly begin! ?
Reality makes the hypothetical, now unclear;
We must allow the past to lie, and address the now, and here!
I only know of an ardent love, there all the while-
To opine otherwise would only meet with denial!
-Maurice Harris,2 August 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
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Only Two Wishes Needed
E'en if granted 1,000 wishes, I'd need only two-
One each, to regain a relationship with both of you!
Without this, my heart is just not in it-
I long for this consort-to finally begin it,
In an attempt to recompense for what circumstance stole;
Whithout this, I shall never again be whole!
Alas, all that we live now, without, due no fault
Of our own, should already have been brought to a halt-
These usurpers of your lives, also affect mine!
'This has gone on for far too long', I would opine,
If given an audience with either one-
They need recognize your right (and mine) , yet, neither's done;
To think, you are what they profess to hold most dear-
They shan't, however, unless-as in my heart, you are held most near!
poem by Maurice Harris
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