|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 everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee 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.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
The representative of the flood victims declaimed in a terror voice, “We are dying and we need help. We need it fast,” to beseech the government and other organizations to rescue them from the flood land and give them safe shelters. To their consternation, there was no response from any organization and their hope was hermetic. The top government was worried and dispatched a rescue party equipped with helicopters to deliver them out to safer places. But, there was something wrong somewhere along the line because the relief budget was illegally peculated. The people, who embezzled the money from the project, must have been the most nocuous of all. Even the hidebound wife of the major wanted to help those victims, needless to say the openhanded ones. Both local and international news tautologically kept calling for the government to reconsider their implementation process, and urged for an effective action to takes the corrupt politicians and officers to court.