greek poem i found...

Turtlesir · Post by **Turtlesir** » Sat Sep 12, 2015 7:09 pm

while vacationing on one of the islands. reminded me of the new Haven.

Orcling · Post by **Orcling** » Sat Sep 12, 2015 7:20 pm

Thats not greek.
Thats english.

jorb · Post by **jorb** » Sat Sep 12, 2015 7:22 pm

Pretty good.

uroyoan · Post by **uroyoan** » Sat Sep 12, 2015 7:25 pm

Reminds me more of Old haven(specifically a world reset), since it is talking about the dynasties of the old(abandoned villages or claims).

I enjoyed reading this poem, thanks for bringing it up.

Tried finding this poem online, was giving me problems. Do you know the authors name? or is Markos Avyeris the author? If so what the title of the book or poem?

Turtlesir · Post by **Turtlesir** » Sat Sep 12, 2015 8:07 pm

yes it's the author, but he wrote it in greek. this is the translation by an english literature professor whose name i don't recall, possibly it was written by one of his students.

LadyV · Post by **LadyV** » Sat Sep 12, 2015 8:26 pm

Here is one for you. It took some recollection to remember it.

In the Morning of Life by Thomas Moore

In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown,
And its pleasures in all their new lustre begin,
When we live in a bright-beaming world of our own,
And the light that surrounds us is all from within;
Oh 'tis not, believe me, in that happy time
We can love, as in hours of less transport we may; --
Of our smiles, of our hopes, 'tis the gay sunny prime,
But affection is truest when these fade away.

When we see the first glory of youth pass us by,
Like a leaf on the stream that will never return,
When our cup, which had sparkled with pleasure so high,
First tastes of the other, the dark-flowing urn;
Then, then in the time when affection holds sway
With a depth and a tenderness joy never knew;
Love, nursed among pleasures, is faithless as they,
But the love born of Sorrow, like Sorrow, is true.

In climes full of sunshine, though splendid the flowers,
Their sighs have no freshness, their odour no worth;
'Tis the cloud and the mist of our own Isle of showers
That call the rich spirit of fragrancy forth.
So it is not 'mid splendour, prosperity, mirth,
That the depth of Love's generous spirit appears;
To the sunshine of smiles it may first owe its birth,
But the soul of its sweetness is drawn out by tears.

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