#regency
My dear lady, the fairest of all,
I can't forget you, since the Netherfield ball,
The way we danced around the room,
Since then I wished to be your groom.
I was a fool rejecting you at first,
And I believe that lead me to be cursed,
Not too cursed, but still more than cursed,
You told me how my pride made me the worst.
Your hazel eyes bewitched me with their beauty,
Controlled my mind, like a conductor, who shouts "tutti!",
They made you look exceptionally clever,
I won't forget those jewels. Never ever.
You told me how a poem could destroy,
All of the left romance and all leftover joy,
The day you told me "No" and refused to take my heart,
Left a colossal scar on me and torn me apart.
My heart is broken, the reason is my pride,
If not that filthy sin, you would be here, right by my side.
I have reflected, Elsa, I have learned,
I'd do whatever needed to have you returned.
Please, Miss Bennett, hear my plea,
I left my pride behind, now let my heart be free.
I know I failed you loads, and hurt you and your family,
Forgive me, beg you. Then take my ring and let's live merrily,
I'm on my knees, Eliza, as your winsome eyes can see,
Please take my heart and let our failings flee.
Lady, that I loved, and love, and will be loving,
Lady of my life and soul, awaits me, when I am coming,
Lady, who forgave my failings, the one who set me free,
My dear Eliza, this poem is for thee.
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 1:40 PM UTC
I was sitting in my parsonage,
Pretending to write a letter,
Looking out of the window to see my dear Charlotte talking to that girl,
"She is just silly, senseless girl"
My dear Lady Catherine said,
She is so clever,
The most clever person I have met.
Though, if that is the truth,
Why ought my heart be beating
faster when she brushes past?
Why do I feel at loss,
Despite being wed to Charlotte at last?
Why do her eyes not leave my mind,
Despite my countless prayers?
Why does a blessed priest,
Dreams of lustful affairs?
That is not right,
What will she say?
My patron. The one who pays me to pray?
When I proposed to her,
I did not feel that. No.
Besides, I was not hurt, when Elizabeth told me to go!
So, why do now I hear those lustful whispers?
My flesh is screaming louder than my mind!
I fear, I am unable to resist this.
But, still I try to silence beast's tongue,
I am unable to, why am I doing what is wrong?
I cry to Jesus, let him hear my prayer,
So devil doesn't seize the throne and be my heir!
I beg you Lord, please help me,
I can't pluck out my eyes!
Please save me, God,
I can't disguise those lies!
I order, Devil, that you and your desires leave me. Fly!
I cry to you, my Lord, I hope you hear me there up high.
Oh Father, forgive me for I've sinned like men,
Your Grace and Mercy, forevermore. Amen.
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 12:45 PM UTC
She wonders if the world knows.
She remembers she forgot to curtsey,
to demurely eat darkness.
Her thoughts were more inclined toward duplicity, the artifice in his eyes.
She had espied two figures walking close together in the secretive moor, the absent lord in question hiding behind another's parasol.
The thin smile upon his lips resembled
an Icarus bird's injured wing when caught.
She better understood why the angel in Lothian pretended to be dead when the love blood had drained.
Her Biblically turning away from him would eventually cast pallettes of gray shadow on his summer of another lover.
And if the world should know, it would not soon pass.
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 4:35 AM UTC
___Brims curving gently
Beneath the glimmering sun
Bonnets in full bloom.___
Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 7:51 PM UTC
Your fine eyes and lively wit
first caught his attention,
your light, lush figure
he discerned upon closer inspection.
You then had the audacity
to speak your mind,
to tell your unwanted suitor
where to go.
Nonetheless, what did he find?
A young lady brimming
with charm and intelligence,
a country girl of unrivaled specialness.
And hither came his letter,
an eye-opening missive,
a charitable benediction
that proved redemptive.
Here your prejudice began to be
worked on for the better,
its constant hold relenting
until it unfettered altogether.
His agony of rejection
soon warred against his pride,
his ardency for you
could not be denied.
A chance encounter
and you were
at once astonished
at what your heart did reveal,
his intense stare warmed your cheeks,
his kind words
and acts of goodness
then sealed the deal.
You could love no other.
And in this blissful denouement
you agreed to become his wife and lover.
Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy, Mistress of Pemberley...
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 2:47 PM UTC