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مشاهدة النسخة كاملة : Do not stand at my grave and cry



abu ghararah
05-12-2009, 01:17 AM
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Mary E. Frye

ACME
05-12-2009, 01:48 AM
الكبير كبير يا شيكسبير
ستبقى The Seven Ages of Manشاهدا على عظمة هذا الشاعر وتميزه عن الاخرين
ارجو قرأتها بتمعن والوقوف عند وصف النفس الانسانيه فى كل مرحله عمريه
وهى بالفعل افضل ماكتب

"All the world's a stage
And all the men and women merely players
They have their exits and their entrances
And one man in his time plays many parts
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' brow. Then a soldier
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice
In fair round belly with good capon lin'd
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut
Full of wise saws and modern instances
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side
His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all
That ends this strange eventful history
Is second childishness and mere oblivion
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing."

اشكر ابا غراره على القصائد الجميله التى اتحفنا بها وجزاه الله خيرا

abu ghararah
05-12-2009, 04:39 PM
بعنوان
A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Edgar Allan Poe

ACME
05-12-2009, 06:39 PM
قصيده اكثر من رائعه
بارك الله فيك

بسومة 2008
07-12-2009, 06:15 PM
مساء الخير..
استاذي المتألق..انا من متابعي مواضيعك..وفي انتظار جديدك00
دمت في رعاية الله...

abu ghararah
09-12-2009, 12:03 PM
you welcome sister

ACME
09-12-2009, 07:44 PM
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