how to paraphrase the poem to the virgins, to make much of time?
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Young girls that waste time trying to be older is basically what that poem is referring to.\n\nYou know when your young and can't wait to grow up so you try to appear older?  That poem is encouraging young ladies to be young ladies and not be in such a hurry for time to pass.
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Love\nThen said Almitra, speak to us of Love.\nAnd he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said: \nWhen love beckons to you , follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. \nAnd when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.\nAnd when he speaks to you believe in him,\nThough his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.\nFor even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. \nEven as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.\n\nLike sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.\nHe threshes you to make you naked. He sifts you to free you from your husks.\nHe grinds you to whiteness. \nHe kneads you until you are pliant; \nAnd then he assign you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.\nAll these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become fragment of Life’s heart.\n\nBut if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure, \nThen it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,\nInto the seasonless world there you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your treas.\nLove gives naught but itself and take naught but from itself.\nLove possesses not nor would it be possessed;\nFor love is sufficient unto love.\nWhen you love you should not say God is in my heart\nAnd think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.\nLove has not other desire but to fulfil itself.\nBut if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:\nTo melt and belike a running brook that sings its melody to the night.\nTo know the pain of too much tenderness.\nAnd to bleed willingly and joyfully .\nTo wake at dawn with a winged heard and give thanks for another day of loving;\nTo rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;\nTo return home at eventide with gratitude;\nAnd then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.\n\nFrom book THE PROPHET BY KAHLIL GIBRAN
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The 4th to last line I'm not so sure about.\n\n"But when I do it's just nice to have a [have a] rest"\n\nThis person makes you feel like you're in heaven, and you hardly get to see them; yet all you want to do when you see them is rest???\n\nTry changing the line "but when I do it's the best", so that you can find a better pair of words to rhyme than "best" and "rest".\n\nHow about:\n\n"I don't get to see you often,\nbut together we're hand and glove,\nI don't get to see you often,\nBut I know this feeling is love."
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Neither are worth too much the effort. While you can say the virgin will not stray, she may not enjoy it with you and leave, or she may enjoy it too much and want it more than you can provide.\n\nChances are whichever way you go, they are going to leave
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Well, I tried but I need to know more about the lines in the poem.   Maybe you'll have better luck with these sites.\n\nhttp://www.bartleby.com/\n\nhttp://www.allexperts.com/user.cgi?m=4&expID=50938&catID=678\n\nhttp://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=12717\n\nhttp://www.thent.com/poetry.htm\n\nhttp://lii.org/search/file/poetry
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SONNET 29 PARAPHRASE \nWhen, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, When I've run out of luck and people look down on me, \nI all alone beweep my outcast state All alone I lament my fate as an outcast* \nAnd trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And pray to heaven but my cries go unheard \nAnd look upon myself and curse my fate, And look at myself, cursing my fate, \nWishing me like to one more rich in hope, Wishing I were like one* who had more hope in life \nFeatured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Wishing I looked like him; wishing I were surrounded by friends, \nDesiring this man's art and that man's scope, I desire this man's art and that man's range*, \nWith what I most enjoy contented least; I am least contented with what I used to enjoy most. \nYet in these thoughts myself almost despising, But in this mood almost despising myself, \nHaply I think on thee, and then my state, I think of you and then my state of sadness \nLike to the lark at break of day arising Like the lark at the break of day, rises \nFrom sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; From the gloomy earth and I sing hyms to heaven; \nFor thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings For thinking of your love brings such happiness to mind \nThat then I scorn to change my state with kings. That then I would not change my state with kings.
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Well... this is more of a lust poem, but he may like it. A woman once gave it to me, and I was flying for days!\n\nO Blush Not So! \nby John Keats \n\nO blush not so! O blush not so! \nOr I shall think you knowing; \nAnd if you smile the blushing while, \nThen maidenheads are going. \n\nThere's a blush for want, and a blush for shan't, \nAnd a blush for having done it; \nThere's a blush for thought, and a blush for nought, \nAnd a blush for just begun it. \n\nO sigh not so! O sigh not so! \nFor it sounds of Eve's sweet pippin; \nBy these loosen'd lips you have tasted the pips \nAnd fought in an amorous nipping. \n\nWill you play once more at nice-cut-core, \nFor it only will last our youth out, \nAnd we have the prime of the kissing time, \nWe have not one sweet tooth out. \n\nThere's a sigh for aye, and a sigh for nay, \nAnd a sigh for "I can't bear it!" \nO what can be done, shall we stay or run? \nO cut the sweet apple and share it!
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Something simple, like\n"ten poems I like"\nOr "a dozen poems, minus two"
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give me a few of the lyrics
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what do you mean? "a famous quote from a woman?" \n\nlike a virgin...madonna..ajjajjaj
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The general theme is the passage of time, and the need or desire to live as much as we can, as deeply as we can before our time here is gone.  "Time will not be ours forever/... Suns that set may rise again;/But if once we lose this light,/'Tis with us perpetual night"\n\nIn the moment of the poem, there is the classic situation of the boy (presumably) trying to convince his love-interest, Celia, to give in to passion and enjoy the "sports of love" with him, to use the poem's language.  \n\nThe lover uses a two prong argument.\n\nFirst, he argues that time is short and they, her especially, really shouldn't waste it, "Spend not then his gifts in vain."  He invokes a responsibility not to take the gift of time and life given them for granted.  A slightly more dignified argument, yet a sense of playfullness remains: "Cannot we delude the eyes/of a few poor household spies,/Or his easier ears beguile,/So removed by our wile?"  So at the same time he rebukes her rejection (one presumes she said no, at least initially, why then the poem?) for wasting precious time, he tempts her with a conspiracy--arm's length v. intimacy.\n\nSecond, he argues that it's not the act of lovemaking that is the crime, but the tattling or telling of it:  "'Tis no sin love's fruit to steal/But the sweet theft to reveal."  Fame and rumor are equally derided in favor of the moment, of the real, which here is the joy of love.\n\nThe speaker never really loses sight of his objective, even tho he dresses it up philosophically.  Playfully, he casts these arguments about, both putting her on the defensive and drawing her into a conspiracy of "us against the world".  Ingenious, really.  And fun.  Jonson was classical poet, brilliant, witty and very clever.  If you like this poem, you might try John Donne and Robert Herrick.
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Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 \n\n1. To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:\n2. A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;\n3. A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;\n4. A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;\n5. A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;\n6. A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;\n7. A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;\n8. A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.\n9. What profit hath he that worketh in that wherein he laboureth?\n10. I have seen the travail, which God hath given to the sons of men to be exercised in it.\n11. He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end.\n12. I know that there is no good in them, but for a man to rejoice, and to do good in his life.\n13. And also that every man should eat and drink, and enjoy the good of all his labour, it is the gift of God.\n\nIt gives me peace, understanding, and wisdom. \n\nI know you asked for A verse, but I love this passage more than any other single verse. My favorite verse in this passage is #11.
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A number of poems contain the word impiety and deal with nature and God.  Among them:\n\nJohn Donne's "Holy Sonnet XI" ( http://www.netpoets.com/classic/poems/022034.htm )\n\nShakespeare's "Sonnet 067: Ah, Wherefore With Infection Should He Live" ( http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/433 )\n\nPope's (rather long) "Essay on Man" ( http://www.theotherpages.org/poems/pope-e1.html )\n\nWigglesworth "A Prayer Unto Christ the Judge of the World" (from Day of Doom) ( http://etext.lib.virginia.edu/subjects/eaw/poems/wiggtext.htm )\n\nI would direct you to Wigglesworth first, as it sounds like it may be closest to what you're looking for.
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Tell him that people only remember the speeches that are truly touching and 'out of the box' for the person. If he wants to make a good impression that will be remembered he needs to have something special. The verse sounds good.
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You can go the cliche route and discuss your feelings, blah blah blah! But if you want one they'll really make her smile, then I'll give you my successful recipe: start with describing your location, don't tell show it through your words. Then start talking about smells, and her eyes, sensations, hopes and regrets etc. etc.... then move on to your thesis, pour your heart out to her, give her your heart (I'm assuming this is for a girl).... use figurative speech, and repetition. Don't tie yourself down with rhymes, and break the poem up with several stanzas.
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The classic petrarchan sonnet by John Miltion:\n\nOn His Being Arrived to the Age of Twenty-three\n\nHow soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, \nStolen on his wing my three and twentieth year! \nMy hasting days fly on with full career, \nBut my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th. \nPerhaps my semblance might deceive the truth, \nThat I to manhood am arrived so near, \nAnd inward ripeness doth much less appear, \nThat some more timely-happy spirits indu'th. \nYet be it less or more, or soon or slow, \nIt shall be still in strictest measure even \nTo that same lot, however mean or high, \nToward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven. \nAll is, if I have grace to use it so, \nAs ever in my great Task-master's eye.
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Before going to bed every\nNight of the Christmas season,\nAsk yourself, “whose life did I\nMake brighter today?\n\nFor somehow, not only\nAt Christmas,\nBut all the long year\nThrough,\nThe joy that you give to \nOthers\nIs the joy that comes\nBack to you.\n\nMerry Christmas!