Saturday, March 13, 2010

Pride and Prejudice

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Pride and Prejudice is one of the most beautiful and timeless movies of all time.
It is the type of movie in which you catch yourself wishing you lived in the same times as the characters. 
A time where you sat around all day playing the piano or reading a book. 
A time where you were invited to dinner parties and dances. 
A time where life went at a slow pace and you travelled everywhere on foot or in carriage. 
A beautiful life that would be.

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Bright Star

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Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art-- 

Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night


And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,


The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,


Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--


No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,


To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,


Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death. 

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Pride and Prejudice


Pride and Prejudice is one of the most beautiful and timeless movies of all time.
It is the type of movie in which you catch yourself wishing you lived in the same times as the characters. 
A time where you sat around all day playing the piano or reading a book. 
A time where you were invited to dinner parties and dances. 
A time where life went at a slow pace and you travelled everywhere on foot or in carriage. 
A beautiful life that would be.

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Bright Star






Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art-- 

Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night


And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,


The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,


Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--


No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,


To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,


Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death.