and Pain for Him For Her that rhyme tumblr Lost For Him from Her And pain that rhyme and life for: Spanish Poems About Love And Pain And Pain For Him For Her That Rhyme Tumblr Lost For Him From Her And Pain That Rhyme And Life For Kids

Monday 16 December 2013

Spanish Poems About Love And Pain And Pain For Him For Her That Rhyme Tumblr Lost For Him From Her And Pain That Rhyme And Life For Kids

Source:- Google.Com.Pk

Spanish Poems About Love Biography

When I Am An Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple
With A Red Hat Which Doesn't Go, And Doesn't Suit Me.
And I Shall Spend My Pension On Brandy And Summer Gloves
And Satin Sandals, And Say We've No Money For Butter.
I Shall Sit Down On The Pavement When I'm Tired
And Gobble Up Samples In Shops And Press Alarm Bells
And Run My Stick Along The Public Railings
And Make Up For The Sobriety Of My Youth.
I Shall Go Out In My Slippers In The Rain
And Pick Flowers In Other People's Gardens
And Learn To Spit.

You Can Wear Terrible Shirts And Grow More Fat
And Eat Three Pounds Of Sausages At A Go
Or Only Bread And Pickle For A Week
And Hoard Pens And Pencils And Beermats And Things In Boxes.

But Now We Must Have Clothes That Keep Us Dry
And Pay Our Rent And Not Swear In The Street
And Set A Good Example For The Children.
We Must Have Friends To Dinner And Read The Papers.

But Maybe I Ought To Practice A Little Now?
So People Who Know Me Are Not Too Shocked And Surprised
When Suddenly I Am Old, And Start To Wear Purple.

I Was Angry With My Friend:
I Told My Wrath, My Wrath Did End.
I Was Angry With My Foe:
I Told It Not, My Wrath Did Grow.

And I Watered It In Fears,
Night And Morning With My Tears;
And I Sunned It With Smiles,
And With Soft Deceitful Wiles.

And It Grew Both Day And Night,
Till It Bore An Apple Bright.
And My Foe Beheld It Shine.
And He Knew That It Was Mine,

And Into My Garden Stole
When The Night Had Veiled The Pole;
In The Morning Glad I See
My Foe Outstretched Beneath The Tree.

THE Wind Was A Torrent Of Darkness Among The Gusty Trees,
The Moon Was A Ghostly Galleon Tossed Upon Cloudy Seas,
The Road Was A Ribbon Of Moonlight Over The Purple Moor,
And The Highwayman Came Riding—
Riding—Riding—
The Highwayman Came Riding, Up To The Old Inn-Door.

II

He'd A French Cocked-Hat On His Forehead, A Bunch Of Lace At His Chin,
A Coat Of The Claret Velvet, And Breeches Of Brown Doe-Skin;
They Fitted With Never A Wrinkle: His Boots Were Up To The Thigh!
And He Rode With A Jewelled Twinkle,
His Pistol Butts A-Twinkle,
His Rapier Hilt A-Twinkle, Under The Jewelled Sky.

III

Over The Cobbles He Clattered And Clashed In The Dark Inn-Yard,
And He Tapped With His Whip On The Shutters, But All Was Locked And Barred;
He Whistled A Tune To The Window, And Who Should Be Waiting There
But The Landlord's Black-Eyed Daughter,
Bess, The Landlord's Daughter,
Plaiting A Dark Red Love-Knot Into Her Long Black Hair.

Spanish Poems About Love And Pain And Pain For Him For Her That Rhyme Tumblr Lost For Him From Her And Pain That Rhyme And Life For Kids