My Assignment!!
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My Assignment!!
by Mirage Tue Dec 16, 2008 9:37 pm
So today we read a poem by a guy who was trying to convince his mistress to have intercorse with him. We had to send a reply poem back to him how we would right it. Here is teh original and the one I made.
Original
To My Coy Mistress
Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, Lady, were no crime
We would sit down and think which way
To walk and pass our long love's day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow;
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, Lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.
But at my back I always hear
Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song: then worms shall try
That long preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust:
The grave 's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.
Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapt power.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
____________________________________________________
Mine
From My Mistress
Had we but world enough, and time,
I’d search for the mountain furthest to clime
Knowing still that there is no way
If we walk and pass my morals decay.
You act childish and rash and uprise in vain
Yet when given your prize you still complain
Should you find rubies and then to incline,
My love for your jewels a most certain decline.
And when I turn down your bed for your muse
Home I shall go to a good nights snooze
Whilst vegetables rot and whither in spite,
I’d more sooner run in the darkest of night.
Praise me afar as much as you choose,
Come within range and retrieve a good bruise.
Stare at my breasts and sink into hell,
For the clash of my hand resides there as well.
Age I may without your love in this time
For it is time well worth every nickel and dime.
To put a price on my love is much to cold
Best you hear me well for I shall never fold.
The chariot approaches as if it could fly,
Speeds at your presence and goes right on by.
In deserts you speak I leave you for dead
And yes for my flower I leave till I wed.
My beauty shall sing as if like a song
Your predictions are idiotic, dull and wrong.
Sing while your dead for the worms will listen,
My spit on your grave in the night will glisten.
Rather you choose to be burned to dust,
Down the disposal with my arms I will thrust.
Your grave will be marked off the side of the road,
And each day I will visit to watch you corrode.
Water on skin you speak of, and yet,
If you look closely, you see it’s just sweat.
If fires you seek is what you do wish,
A burnt body you’ll be, swimming with fish.
Now I’ll be the bird with razor sharp claws,
A bug you will be trapped in my jaws.
For your chapped skin I offer some lotion,
Your gender has only but one real emotion.
You talk like a man who might have a ball,
Yet the strength that you speak, you posses not at all.
Should you get rough, you snap like a twig,
My gates are closed and the doors are rigged.
Head all my warnings and remember them well,
Or you’ll be wishing you had and were safe deep in hell.
Original
To My Coy Mistress
Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, Lady, were no crime
We would sit down and think which way
To walk and pass our long love's day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow;
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, Lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.
But at my back I always hear
Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song: then worms shall try
That long preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust:
The grave 's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.
Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapt power.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
____________________________________________________
Mine
From My Mistress
Had we but world enough, and time,
I’d search for the mountain furthest to clime
Knowing still that there is no way
If we walk and pass my morals decay.
You act childish and rash and uprise in vain
Yet when given your prize you still complain
Should you find rubies and then to incline,
My love for your jewels a most certain decline.
And when I turn down your bed for your muse
Home I shall go to a good nights snooze
Whilst vegetables rot and whither in spite,
I’d more sooner run in the darkest of night.
Praise me afar as much as you choose,
Come within range and retrieve a good bruise.
Stare at my breasts and sink into hell,
For the clash of my hand resides there as well.
Age I may without your love in this time
For it is time well worth every nickel and dime.
To put a price on my love is much to cold
Best you hear me well for I shall never fold.
The chariot approaches as if it could fly,
Speeds at your presence and goes right on by.
In deserts you speak I leave you for dead
And yes for my flower I leave till I wed.
My beauty shall sing as if like a song
Your predictions are idiotic, dull and wrong.
Sing while your dead for the worms will listen,
My spit on your grave in the night will glisten.
Rather you choose to be burned to dust,
Down the disposal with my arms I will thrust.
Your grave will be marked off the side of the road,
And each day I will visit to watch you corrode.
Water on skin you speak of, and yet,
If you look closely, you see it’s just sweat.
If fires you seek is what you do wish,
A burnt body you’ll be, swimming with fish.
Now I’ll be the bird with razor sharp claws,
A bug you will be trapped in my jaws.
For your chapped skin I offer some lotion,
Your gender has only but one real emotion.
You talk like a man who might have a ball,
Yet the strength that you speak, you posses not at all.
Should you get rough, you snap like a twig,
My gates are closed and the doors are rigged.
Head all my warnings and remember them well,
Or you’ll be wishing you had and were safe deep in hell.
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Re: My Assignment!!
by Guest Tue Dec 16, 2008 9:39 pm
sucks to be you writing that out 
still its very impressive
still its very impressive
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