Lanced Hearts of Lovers & Martyrs
I'm Eric, a young poet who seems to have been swept away in the Romantic Spirit of Beethoven's Symphonies, struck by the philosophies of Plato & the Poets' lyrics, burned for love like the martyrs of Rome, and can see an honest beauty in love & faith.
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Love at last has finally freed me,
Once 7-years’ chance from a death at sea.
A light of love, unending, outshining pale-star’d skies,
I find there dawning in the glimmer of your eyes.
They can lay my life unto the ground,
but love will take to soar,
For my soul, eternal, shall find your arms once more.
(Source: myunderwood)
"l’amor che move il sole e l’altre stelle.
The love which moves the sun and other stars."
John William Waterhouse - Dante and Beatrice (1915)
As love there woke in sweet surprise
The starlight trembled in her eyes.
A! Luthien! A! Luthien!
more fair than any child of Men;
O! loveliest maid of Elfinesse,
what madness does thee now possess!
A! lissom limbs and shadowy hair
and chaplet of white snowdrops there;
O! starry diadem and white
pale hands beneath the pale moonlight!
she left his arms and slipped away
just at the breaking of the day.
—Tolkien
The Lay of Lethian
~or~
The Release from Bondage
La Mamma Morta- ‘Mother Death’, aria from Giordano’s Andrea Chénier.
Within the tragic song, the life of the fallen countess Maddalena is told— how her mother perished saving her in the flames of her childhood house (‘the home that craddled me is burning!’) by the hands of the French Revolution; how her maid, the only faithful love she knew thenceforth, ‘sold her beauty’ into prostitution to care for her— But yet, when all light was gone, and any hope she found in life had died away, the Strings of a new theme break the old, and she sings,
It was then, in my grief,
that love came to me.
A voice full of harmony says,
“You must live, I am life itself!
Your heaven is in my eyes!
You are not alone.
I shall collect all your tears
I will walk with you and support you!
Smile and hope! I am Love!
Are you surrounded by blood and mire?
I am Divine! I am Oblivion!
I am the God who saves the World
I descend from Heaven and make this Earth
A heaven! Ah!
I am love, love, love.”
And the angel approaches with a kiss,
and he kisses death -
A dying body is my body.
So take it.
I am already dead matter!
—She sings all this of her new-found love in Andrea Chénier; a poet ever enthralled in Truth and Beauty— whom with she is to share in his death in the final scene, at the guillotines of St. Lazare Prison.
"Truth and love are inseperable wings—- for truth cannot fly without love— and love cannot soar without truth."
