"bedim" poems - Hello Poetry

Hear ye my statute, men of Attica-- Ye who of bloodshed judge this primal cause; Yea, and in future age shall Aegeus's host Revere this court of jurors. This the hill Of Ares, seat of Amazons, their tent, What time 'gainst Theseus, breathing hate, they came, Waging fierce battle, and their towers upreared, A counter-fortress to Acropolis;-- To Ares they did sacrifice, and hence This rock is titled Areopagus. Here then shall sacred Awe, to Fear allied, By day and night my lieges hold from wrong, Save if themselves do innovate my laws, If thou with mud, or influx base, bedim The sparkling water, nought thou'lt find to drink. Nor Anarchy, nor Tyrant's lawless rule Commend I to my people's reverence;-- Nor let them banish from their city Fear; For who 'mong men, uncurbed by fear, is just? Thus holding Awe in seemly reverence, A bulwark for your State shall ye possess, A safeguard to protect your city walls, Such as no mortals otherwhere can boast, Neither in Scythia, nor in Pelops's realm. Behold! This Court august, untouched by bribes, Sharp to avenge, wakeful for those who sleep, Establish I, a bulwark to this land. This charge, extending to all future time, I give my lieges. Meet it as ye rise, Assume the pebbles, and decide the cause, Your oath revering. All hath now been said.

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Aeschylus

The Decree Of Athena

Hear ye my statute, men of Attica-- Ye who of bloodshed judge this primal cause; Yea, and in future age shall Aegeus's host Revere this court of jurors. This the hill Of Ares, seat of Amazons, their tent, What time 'gainst Theseus, breathing hate, they came, Waging fierce battle, and their towers upreared, A counter-fortress to Acropolis;-- To Ares they did sacrifice, and hence This rock is titled Areopagus. Here then shall sacred Awe, to Fear allied, By day and night my lieges hold from wrong, Save if themselves do innovate my laws, If thou with mud, or influx base, bedim The sparkling water, nought thou'lt find to drink. Nor Anarchy, nor Tyrant's lawless rule Commend I to my people's reverence;-- Nor let them banish from their city Fear; For who 'mong men, uncurbed by fear, is just? Thus holding Awe in seemly reverence, A bulwark for your State shall ye possess, A safeguard to protect your city walls, Such as no mortals otherwhere can boast, Neither in Scythia, nor in Pelops's realm. Behold! This Court august, untouched by bribes, Sharp to avenge, wakeful for those who sleep, Establish I, a bulwark to this land. This charge, extending to all future time, I give my lieges. Meet it as ye rise, Assume the pebbles, and decide the cause, Your oath revering. All hath now been said.

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dark dim gray haze this will be my shortest day shade shelter shield veil I give up, my bones are frail becloud bedim belittle me close your eyes so you don't see touch trace gasp rest my final breath will leave this chest

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Jul 6, 2012

Jul 6, 2012 at 2:21 AM UTC

ashtin-johns

Shadows

dark dim gray haze this will be my shortest day shade shelter shield veil I give up, my bones are frail becloud bedim belittle me close your eyes so you don't see touch trace gasp rest my final breath will leave this chest

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In the whimsical arbitrariness of the sky, a beauteous star illumined distinctly— that even when concealed by the vivid and sharp rays of the sun, a brush of hint of your existence unceasingly radiates before my eyes. Do you, of little stature in the eyes of many, know how much I adore you for the way you glister? Continue to scintillate— for a stouthearted like you must know how much value lies inside of you. Never grow sullen and let nothing bedim you, for in any turn of events you shall compose yourself my love. Know that in times when you shine a little less bright than before— I was already stricken blind.

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Dec 26, 2015

Dec 26, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC

karennoisseur

Apple of my Eye

In the whimsical arbitrariness of the sky, a beauteous star illumined distinctly— that even when concealed by the vivid and sharp rays of the sun, a brush of hint of your existence unceasingly radiates before my eyes. Do you, of little stature in the eyes of many, know how much I adore you for the way you glister? Continue to scintillate— for a stouthearted like you must know how much value lies inside of you. Never grow sullen and let nothing bedim you, for in any turn of events you shall compose yourself my love. Know that in times when you shine a little less bright than before— I was already stricken blind.

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