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Rebecca Leblanc Kist (Vampire princess)
Life is beautiful ❤
Life is beautiful ❤
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Oh, how, in the ending years
Is love more tender and superstitious
O shine! O shine, my parting rays
Of the evening sun, of the last heart wishes.

The darkness cuts half of the sky
And only the West has the roving glow
Oh, time of evening, do not fly
Enchantment, be prolonged and slow.

Let blood in veins has a thinner staff
But a heart preserves the gentle passion
O you, my last and tender love
You are my bliss and desperation.
 " The Last Love "
  Fyodor Tyutchev
   1803 - 1873

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A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said, 'I've a pretty rose tree,'
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.

Then I went to my pretty rose tree,
To tend her by day and by night;
But my rose turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight.
 " My Pretty Rose Tree "
 From Songs of Experience
  William Blake
   1757 - 1827

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Gather ye roses while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying;
A world where beauty fleets away
Is no world for denying.
Come lads and lasses, fall to play
Lose no more time in sighing

The very flowers you pluck to-day
To-morrow will be dying;
And all the flowers are crying,
And all the leaves have tongues to say,
Gather ye roses while ye may.
 " Gather Ye Roses "
  Robert Louis Stevenson
     1850 -1894

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O how much more doth beauty beauteous seem,
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give.
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem,
For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye
As the perfumed tincture of the roses,
Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly
When summer ‘s breath their masked buds discloses:
But, for their virtue only is their show,
They live unwoo’d and unrespected fade;
Die to themselves . Sweet roses do not so;
Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made:
  And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
  When that shall fade, by verse  distils your truth.

"O How Much More Doth Beauty..."
  (From “Sonnets”,LIV)
  William Shakespeare
  1564 - 1616

 This poem is a comparison between two flowers that are representations of the youth's beauty.
  Shakespeare compares these flowers, which vary greatly in their appearance, although they are essentially the same kind of flower, it is obvious that the canker-blooms or wild roses,Since the wild roses do not prolong their beauty after death, they are not like the youth who even after death shall be immortalized in the writers words.
   The youth is praised not only for beauty, but for inward truth as well. Those whose beauty is composed only of externalities are compared to wild and scentless roses, whereas those who have inward worth, like the youth, are compared to true roses, which are grown for their scent as much as for their looks.

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O, gather me the rose, the rose,
   While yet in flower we find it,
For summer smiles, but summer goes,
   And winter waits behind it.

For with the dream foregone, foregone,
   The deed forborne for ever,
The worm, regret, will canker on,
   And time will turn him never.

So well it were to love, my love,
   And cheat of any laughter
The death beneath us and above,
   The dark before and after.

The myrtle and the rose, the rose,
   The sunshine and the swallow,
The dream that comes, the wish that goes,
   The memories that follow.

 " O, Gather Me the Rose."
     From 1874
 By William Ernest Henley
   1849 - 1903

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