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Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Top Classical Authors
Top 20 Classical Poems
"I Am Not Yours"
by Sara Teasdale
I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love -- put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.
If
by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!
Road Not Taken, The
by Robert Lee Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Fire and Ice
by Robert Lee Frost
Some say the world will end in fire;
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Without warning
by Sappho
as a whirlwind
swoops on an oak
Love shakes my heart
Love's Secret
by William Blake
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly.
I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart;
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears,
Ah! she did depart!
Soon as she was gone from me,
A traveler came by,
Silently, invisibly
He took her with a sigh.
How Do I Love Thee?
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, -- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Alone
by Edgar Allan Poe
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
A Dream
by Edgar Allan Poe
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream- that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star?
Tiger, The
by William Blake
In the forest of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And What shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Tear, The
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
Our sympathies move;
When Truth, in a glance, should appear,
The lips may beguile,
With a dimple or smile,
But the test of affection's a Tear:
Too oft is a smile
But the hypocrite's wile,
To mask detestation, or fear;
Give me the soft sigh,
Whilst the soultelling eye
Is dimm'd, for a time, with a Tear:
Mild Charity's glow,
To us mortals below,
Shows the soul from barbarity clear;
Compassion will melt,
Where this virtue is felt,
And its dew is diffused in a Tear:
The man, doom'd to sail
With the blast of the gale,
Through billows Atlantic to steer,
As he bends o'er the wave
Which may soon be his grave,
The green sparkles bright with a Tear;
The Soldier braves death
For a fanciful wreath
In Glory's romantic career;
But he raises the foe
When in battle laid low,
And bathes every wound with a Tear.
If, with high-bounding pride,
He return to his bride!
Renouncing the gore-crimson'd spear;
All his toils are repaid
When, embracing the maid,
From her eyelid he kisses the Tear.
Sweet scene of my youth!
Seat of Friendship and Truth,
Where Love chas'd each fast-fleeting year
Loth to leave thee, I mourn'd,
For a last look I turn'd,
But thy spire was scarce seen through a Tear:
Though my vows I can pour,
To my Mary no more,
My Mary, to Love once so dear,
In the shade of her bow'r,
I remember the hour,
She rewarded those vows with a Tear.
By another possest,
May she live ever blest!
Her name still my heart must revere:
With a sigh I resign,
What I once thought was mine,
And forgive her deceit with a Tear.
Ye friends of my heart,
Ere from you I depart,
This hope to my breast is most near:
If again we shall meet,
In this rural retreat,
May we meet, as we part, with a Tear.
When my soul wings her flight
To the regions of night,
And my corse shall recline on its bier;
As ye pass by the tomb,
Where my ashes consume,
Oh! moisten their dust with a Tear.
A Dream Within A Dream
by Edgar Allan Poe
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?
She Walks In Beauty
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
I cannot live with you,
by Emily Dickinson
It would be life,
And life is over there
Behind the shelf
The sexton keeps the key to,
Putting up
Our life, his porcelain,
Like a cup
Discarded of the housewife,
Quaint or broken;
A newer Sevres pleases,
Old ones crack.
I could not die with you,
For one must wait
To shut the other's gaze down,--
You could not.
And I, could I stand by
And see you freeze,
Without my right of frost,
Death's privilege?
Nor could I rise with you,
Because your face
Would put out Jesus'.
That new grace
Glow plain and foreign
On my homesick eye,
Except that you, than he
Shone closer by.
They'd judge us--how?
For you served Heaven, you know
Or sought to;
I could not,
Because you saturated sight,
And I had no more eyes
For sordid excellence
As Paradise.
And were you lost, I would be,
Though my name
Rang loudest
On the heavenly fame.
And were you saved,
And I condemned to be
Where you were not,
That self were hell to me.
So we must keep apart,
You there, I here,
With just the door ajar
That oceans are,
And prayer,
And that pale svustenance,
Despair!
A Divine Image
by William Blake
Cruelty has a human heart,
And Jealousy a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secresy the human dress.
The human dress is forged iron,
The human form a fiery forge,
The human face a furnace sealed,
The human heart its hungry gorge.
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
by Robert Lee Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it's queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Because I could not stop for Death,
by Emily Dickinson
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.
We passed the school where children played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Since then 't is centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.
A Little Girl Lost
by William Blake
Children of the future age,
Reading this indignant page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.
In the age of gold,
Free from winter's cold,
Youth and maiden bright,
To the holy light,
Naked in the sunny beams delight.
Once a youthful pair,
Filled with softest care,
Met in garden bright
Where the holy light
Had just removed the curtains of the night.
Then, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were afar,
Strangers came not near,
And the maiden soon forgot her fear.
Tired with kisses sweet,
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep
Waves o'er heaven's deep,
And the weary tired wanderers weep.
To her father white
Came the maiden bright;
But his loving look,
Like the holy book
All her tender limbs with terror shook.
"Ona, pale and weak,
To thy father speak!
Oh the trembling fear!
Oh the dismal care
That shakes the blossoms of my hoary hair!"
Film Master Harold and The Boys
Film Master Harold and the Boys
FILM Master Harold…and the Boys, adalah film dirilis pada awal 2010 ini khusus teman-teman Xpresi. Film ini disutradarai oleh Lonny Price dan dibintangi oleh Freddie Highmore dan Ving Rhames.
Dalam film ini, mengambil latar Afrika selatan di masa apartheid. Film ini mengisahkan tentang seorang anak berusia tujuh belas tahun bernama Hally (Freddie Highmore).
Ayahnya adalah orang yang kejam dan suka menyakiti orang lain namun Hally diajari berbagai perbuatan baik oleh Sam (Ving Rhames) dan temannya Willy (Patrick Mofokeng). Cerita berhubungan dengan kedatangan usia 17 tahun Hally. Hally, putih Afrika Selatan, adalah fanatik terbelah antara harapan ayah biologis dirinya dan orang-orang dari pengganti ayah, pelayan hitam bernama Sam (diperankan oleh Ving Rhames) dan Willy (dimainkan oleh Patrick Mofokeng).
Hally muda wajib menertawakan rasis ayahnya memalukan lelucon dan melakukan tugas-tugas seperti pispot kosong. Sebaliknya, Sam menghadapkan Hally banyak pengalaman positif. Setelah dipermalukan oleh ayahnya, Sam menunjukkan Hally bagaimana menjadi bangga dengan sesuatu yang dia dicapai dengan membantu dia membangun dan terbang layang-layang sendiri. Suatu hari, Hally menerima berita bahwa ayah kandungnya, seorang pecandu alkohol dan kekerasan orang, akan datang kembali pulang dari tugas lama di rumah sakit. Hally, putus asa dengan berita ini, membebaskan tahun kemarahan dan rasa sakit pada kedua teman hitam
Film Toy Story 3
Film Toy Story 3
TOY story I dirilis 1995 kemudian kedua 1999 setelah lebih dari 10 tahun baru muncul yang Toy story 3. Bagaimana cerita film yang ke 3 ini?.
Kali ini diceritakan sudah besar dan mulai kuliah, Awalnya woody dan kawan-kawan akan ditempatkan digudang atap namun secara tak sengaja woody dan kawan-kawan terjebak di penitipan anak.
Nah disana mereka harus bertahan dari anak-anak kecil yang ganas, Woody berusaha menyelamatkan mereka dan mencari jalan pulang. Film ini disutradarai oleh Lee Unkrich yg dulu menjadi asisten sutradara di finding nemo, rencana bakal dirilis Walt Disney 18 juni 2010.
Jadi kehadiran film ini khusus teman-teman Xpresi harus menyaksikannya dan jangan tertinggal informasi kapan mereka akan hadir di bioskop-bioskop kesayangan mu. (int/esi)
Andy Lau Beraksi di Film Future X-Cops
FILM Future X-COPS yang dibintangi Andy Lau lebih mengisahkan tentang Kalon mencuri mesin waktu dan pergi bersama Fiona ke tahun 2020 untuk membunuh Dr Masterson saat dia masih kecil berusia 12 tahun.
Film yang disutradarai Jing Wong ini, menceritakan sosok tokoh Kidd yang melakukan perjalanan kembali ke 2020 dengan putrinya Kiki, yang akan pergi ke sekolah yang sama dengan Masterson Dr muda.
Kidd bekerja sebagai seorang petugas polisi pada tahun 2020, untuk menghindari kecurigaan. Sementara polisi wanita Miss Holly (Barbie Hsu) tertarik dengan Kidd.
Mengetahui ia akan kembali ke 2080 setelah misinya selesai, sedang ia tak dapat kembali kepada kekasihnya. Film ini segera diputar di bioskop kesayangan anda di Pekanbaru. Film Science atau fiction ini bakal membuat para penonton keasikan. (int/esi)
Film Bounty Hunter
Menarik Perhatian Remaja
FILM Comedy Bounty Hunter ini khusus untuk remaja. Pada film yang disutradarai Sutradara Andy Tennant diambil dari buku karangan penulis ulung Sarah Thorp ini mengisahkan tentang Kisah tentang seorang pemburu bayaran, Milo (Gerard Butler) dan jaminannya adalah Nicole (Jennifer Aniston), mantan istrinya.
Milo sangat gembira saat mengetahui bahwa Nicole adalah target berikutnya dan memulai tugasnya dengan antusias. Namun, Nicole bertekad untuk melarikan diri saat Milo berhasil menangkapnya. Ia bertekad untuk menempatkan Nicole kembali ke penjara namun tidak semudah yang ia bayangkan.
Mantan suami istri ini terus berselisih – hingga terdasar hidup mereka dalam bahaya. Kondisi sulit berjanji untuk mencintai, menghormati dan mematuhi, - keadaan akan jauh lebih berat. Hingga mereka berdua berpura-pura masih hidup bersama untuk menghindar dari si pembunuh. Dalam film ini juga didukung para bintang terkenal seperti Christine Baranski, Jason Sudeikis dan Jeff Garlin.
Film ini tentunya ada gaya lucunya dan ketegangannya. Bahkan film ini diyakini banyak menarik penonton terutama kalangan remaja. (int/esi)
Up In The Air
Ryan selalu bepergian menggunakan pesawat lebih dari 320hari pertahunnya, dan ia bangga akan hal itu. Ia akan mlakukan hal apasaja untuk merekam jam terbangnya.
Pekerjaan sampingan?
Ada , ia memberikan pidato motivasi yang berhubungantdengan hidup dan sebuah tas.
Namun Ryan merasa terancam, karena perusahaan memperkerjaan Natalie Keener yang menyarankan program phk via online . Hal ini berarti semua jam terbang akan dikurangi, termasuk jatah bepergian Ryan. Nah loh.
Ditengah kesibukan bepergian , Ryan bertemu dengan Alex , wanita paruh baya yang memiliki kehidupan sama. Ia juga sering bepergian sama seperti Ryan. Pertemuan ini menjadikan Ryan berangan-angan untuk menetap dan memiliki keluarga - satu hal yang nyaris tidak pernah ia pikirkan sebelumnya-
Up In The Air bisa jadi terpilih menjadi film terbaik tahun ini, dari segi cerita, alur yang ada sangatlah kuat dan membekas. Proses perubahan pemikiran seseorang yang sangat doyan hidup nomaden menjadi seseorang yg ingin menetap bisa jadi menjadi inti kekuatan film ini.
Oh ya, jangan lupa, pemeran utamanya si George Clooney logh..
Happy watching ^^
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