She hath wasted with fire thine high places,
She hath hidden and marred and made sad
The fair limbs of the Loves, the fair faces
Of gods that were goodly and glad.
She slays, and her hands are not bloody;
She moves as a moon in the wane,
White-robed, and thy raiment is ruddy,
Our Lady of Pain.
She hath hidden and marred and made sad
The fair limbs of the Loves, the fair faces
Of gods that were goodly and glad.
She slays, and her hands are not bloody;
She moves as a moon in the wane,
White-robed, and thy raiment is ruddy,
Our Lady of Pain.
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Re: Our Lady of Pain
Wed, March 31, 2004 - 2:23 PMwouldn't want to be married to her
but then again...
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Re: Our Lady of Pain
Wed, March 31, 2004 - 2:28 PMfunny how the things i fear
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Re: Our Lady of Pain
Wed, March 31, 2004 - 4:37 PMI had one of those once...I got rid of it though. There was no pleasure in that pain.
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Re: Our Lady of Pain
Wed, March 31, 2004 - 4:40 PMso did i
ages ago it seems
but foraslong as i'm here, there is no escape
always something regardless of what, where and when
or for that matter who
i move not a finger
yet they want my whole body
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Our Lady of Pain
Thu, April 1, 2004 - 7:00 AMCould you hurt me, sweet lips, though I hurt you?
Men touch them, and change in a trice
The lilies and languours of virtue
For the raptures and roses of vice;
Those lie where thy foot on the floor is,
These crown and caress thee and chain,
O splendid and sterile Dolores,
Our Lady of Pain. -
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Re: Our Lady of Pain
Thu, April 15, 2004 - 12:04 AMtho hard to understand such verses
indeed and between the lines
there lies the virtue of love
the hidden path to beauty and harmony
in your lips the sweet-n-sour's asleep
in your dreams
you see a garden so steep
steep and cruel is the mountain
the mountain
of the world of men
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