Quotes about seem, page 9
Metamorphoses: Book The Fifth
WHILE Perseus entertain'd with this report
His father Cepheus, and the list'ning court,
Within the palace walls was heard aloud
The roaring noise of some unruly crowd;
Not like the songs which chearful friends prepare
For nuptial days, but sounds that threaten'd war;
And all the pleasures of this happy feast,
To tumult turn'd, in wild disorder ceas'd:
So, when the sea is calm, we often find
A storm rais'd sudden by some furious wind.
The Story of Chief in the riot Phineus first appear'd,
Perseus The rash ringleader of this boist'rous herd,
continu'd And brandishing his brazen-pointed lance,
Behold, he said, an injur'd man advance,
Stung with resentment for his ravish'd wife,
Nor shall thy wings, o Perseus, save thy life;
Nor Jove himself; tho' we've been often told
Who got thee in the form of tempting gold.
His lance was aim'd, when Cepheus ran, and said,
Hold, brother, hold; what brutal rage has made
[...] Read more
Venus and Adonis
Even as the sun with purple-colour'd face
Had ta'en his last leave of the weeping morn,
Rose-cheek'd Adonis tried him to the chase;
Hunting he lov'd, but love he laugh'd to scorn;
Sick-thoughted Venus makes amain unto him,
And like a bold-fac'd suitor 'gins to woo him.
'Thrice fairer than myself,' thus she began,
'The field's chief flower, sweet above compare,
Stain to all nymphs, more lovely than a man,
More white and red than doves or roses are;
Nature that made thee, with herself at strife,
Saith that the world hath ending with thy life.
'Vouchsafe, thou wonder, to alight thy steed,
And rein his proud head to the saddle-bow;
If thou wilt deign this favour, for thy meed
A thousand honey secrets shalt thou know:
Here come and sit, where never serpent hisses;
And being set, I'll smother thee with kisses:
'And yet not cloy thy lips with loath'd satiety,
But rather famish them amid their plenty,
[...] Read more
poem by William Shakespeare (1593)
Added by Dan Costinaş
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
VI. Giuseppe Caponsacchi
Answer you, Sirs? Do I understand aright?
Have patience! In this sudden smoke from hell,—
So things disguise themselves,—I cannot see
My own hand held thus broad before my face
And know it again. Answer you? Then that means
Tell over twice what I, the first time, told
Six months ago: 't was here, I do believe,
Fronting you same three in this very room,
I stood and told you: yet now no one laughs,
Who then … nay, dear my lords, but laugh you did,
As good as laugh, what in a judge we style
Laughter—no levity, nothing indecorous, lords!
Only,—I think I apprehend the mood:
There was the blameless shrug, permissible smirk,
The pen's pretence at play with the pursed mouth,
The titter stifled in the hollow palm
Which rubbed the eyebrow and caressed the nose,
When I first told my tale: they meant, you know,
"The sly one, all this we are bound believe!
"Well, he can say no other than what he says.
[...] Read more
poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Attached To Traps
Attached to traps,
And a life of insignificance.
It would seem those with dreams,
Would have visions unlimited.
It would seem those with dreams,
Would not submit...
To restrictions committed!
Attached to traps,
And a life of insignificance.
Where does the flowing of imagination go,
When a child grows to learn to stop...
Wishing to be a fireman or a cop?
Or a desire to want to doctor or teach?
Or a wish to speak from pulpits,
With a sermon to preach!
It would seem those with dreams,
[...] Read more
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Are These Then The Last Days?
We seem to live on earth in modern days,
When wheat cannot be freed from chaff always;
Most seem to wear a mask upon the face,
And lose the spiritual and heavenly gaze!
We seem to live in times of great peril,
When temptations come often from devil;
At times, we cannot know good from evil,
And many lament while a few revel!
We seem to live in times with future bleak,
When body, mind and spirit seem so weak;
Our trials and travail have reached a peak;
For human assistance, most of us seek.
We live in times when weeds outgrow the crop,
And robbers seem smarter than any cop;
Most human progress seems almost a flop;
The undeserving rise up to the top!
[...] Read more
poem by John Celes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Samuel and Harold discuss Ovid's dictum
S You look much the same, Harry
H You don’t look much different, Sam
S Though times change
H They don’t stay the same
S Or perhaps they seem to change
H Or seem to be different
S And we change too
H We’re not quite the same
S Though perhaps they only seem to change because we’ve changed
H Perhaps we’re different and they only seem to change
S On the other hand, perhaps times do change and we only seem to change
H Perhaps we only seem to change because times do change
S Or perhaps both change
H Perhaps neither stay the same
S That would make it difficult to tell
H It wouldn’t be easy
S Perhaps you’ve changed and I don’t notice it
H Or perhaps I’ve changed and you don’t notice it
S I feel mostly the same, though
H I don’t feel much different
[...] Read more
poem by Michael Shepherd
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Doesn't It Seem As If This Dawn Is Different?
Good Morning.
Such a beautiful day.
Doesn't it seem as if this dawn is different?
Doesn't it seem as if the presence of fresh air,
Has made those stop and stare...
And wonder about their priorities and affairs?
Had you been one of those raise to use the 'N' word?
With the 'F' and the 'S' and the 'MF' next?
Were you one of those to 'G-D' them and their kind?
Today you may find yourself,
Feeling stupid and perplexed.
Realizing your beliefs are far from perfect!
Had you been one of 'those' to move away from 'them'?
Because of their features and color of skin.
Did you and your friends,
Plot to deceive.
Believing your future was to create,
Generations of dynasties.
[...] Read more
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Maybe I'm crazy
I am not Emo
I’m not a Goth
I’m perfectly normal
But I know what it feels to be lost
Stuck in the crowd
Can’t hear a sound
Feels like I’m pushed back in the distance
Can’t come out
Do people see?
Do they believe?
Or am I just crazy from being lonely?
The words burst from my lips as I scream
But the people around me don’t seem to hear a thing
Am I invisible? Am I going crazy?
The world is acting like they don’t know about me
Am I forgotten? Am I just crazy?
Am I just lost? Am I just lonely?
Somebody hear me
[...] Read more
poem by Sugar Bear
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Prothalamion
Calm was the day, and through the trembling air
Sweet-breathing Zephyrus did softly play
A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay
Hot Titan's beams, which then did glister fair;
When I (whom sullen care,
Through discontent of my long fruitless stay
In prince's court, and expectation vain
Of idle hopes, which still do fly away
Like empty shadows, did afflict my brain),
Walk'd forth to ease my pain
Along the shore of silver-streaming Thames;
Whose rutty bank, the which his river hems,
Was painted all with variable flowers,
And all the meads adorn'd with dainty gems
Fit to deck maidens' bowers,
And crown their paramours,
Against the bridal day, which is not long:
Sweet Thames run softly, till I end my song.
There, in a meadow, by the river's side,
[...] Read more
poem by Edmund Spenser
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
The Lotos-eaters
"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land,
"This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon."
In the afternoon they came unto a land
In which it seemed always afternoon.
All round the coast the languid air did swoon,
Breathing like one that hath a weary dream.
Full-faced above the valley stood the moon;
And like a downward smoke, the slender stream
Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem.
A land of streams! some, like a downward smoke,
Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go;
And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke,
Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below.
They saw the gleaming river seaward flow
From the inner land: far off, three mountain-tops,
Three silent pinnacles of aged snow,
Stood sunset-flush'd: and, dew'd with showery drops,
Up-clomb the shadowy pine above the woven copse.
[...] Read more
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!