one last entry for today
May 13th, 2005A sonnet to be shared… number VII ~ Is Love A Fancy Or A Feeling? by Hartley Coleridge, recited by younger sister Marianne to older sister Elinor in the movie, “Sense and Sensibility”
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Is love a fancy, or a feeling? No.
It is immortal as immaculate Truth,
‘Tis not a blossom shed as soon as youth,
Drops from the stem of life–for it will grow,
In barren regions, where no waters flow,
Nor rays of promise cheats the pensive gloom.
A darkling fire, faint hovering o’er a tomb,
That but itself and darkness nought doth show,
It is my love’s being yet it cannot die,
Nor will it change, though all be changed beside;
Though fairest beauty be no longer fair,
Though vows be false, and faith itself deny,
Though sharp enjoyment be a suicide,
And hope a spectre in a ruin bare.
May 14th, 2005 at 8:55 pm
whew, those last two lines really hit home. I wonder if Hartley is related to the other Coleridge.. Samuel, was it? :]