Welcome to my Medieval page a time where ladies were princesses and men were noble. Here you will see some poems, pretty photos of dragons, wizards, knights, and many other mystical things. I chose to make this page because I have always wanted to be live in this time period or at least be a knight to do virtueous deeds. It still is not to late if there is a princess who would like me to rescue her and be here knight in shining armor for that is why I am here come forth. I purch like an angel at times and I day dream as to what it would be like to ride on a horse in a spooky forest and explore the world, or to find a princess and ride off with her into the sunset or at least my damsel in distress. I dream of saving the village from a horrible beast or the thought of roaming a castle at night and at the top of the tower to watch as the moon rises in the sky. Imagine what it would be like to eat a feast with the king and dance to jolly ole celtic songs while you drink your ale:) or to bathe naturally in a warm lake, or to light candles and make love in a large castle room. Some people would call these the dark ages to do alot of war, plagues, and much evil devistation due to wizards, socerors, witches and thieves but you can decide for yourself.
I guess that I feel if I lived in this time period that I probably would find love because in the Medieval times women were gentle, sweet, they cooked for there man, concieved children, and always stood by there knights side this is what I seek. Men in that time period most were noble for they protected there loved ones, bowed to the ladies, and held the upmost of respect. If anyone is interested in mystical things such as unicorns, fairies, dragons etc I have over 350 pictures of fantasy art such as this on my page. Please if you see something that is yours or not copy writed let me know and I will either remove it or ad the proper credit. Mostly everything That I get is from mailing list, free sites supposingly they claim, and by searching for hours. I would like you to sit back relax it will take awhile to load due to over 100 graphics on this page but from a knight you will not be sorry. I would also like to give credit on all my pages to the following artist Julie Bell, Jonathon Earl Browser, Borris Vellejo and the some of the animations and designs on this page go out to Clipart Castle. This and my other pages are noncommerical pages and are used only for viewing,entertainment, and educational purposes. Also if your looking for some awesome medieval sites on recipes, fantasy art, go to these links and each link has about 100 sites all categorized to suit your needs if its not there its not anywhere.
100s of Medieval Recipes, Medieval Life and Times, Bryde's Medieval and Goodies Website
Definition Of Love
My love is of a birth as rare
As 'tis for object strange and high;
It was begotten by Despair
Upon Impossibility.
Magnanimous Despair alone
Could show me so divine a thing,
Where feeble Hope could ne'er have flown,
But vainly flapp'd its tinsel wing.
And yet I quickly might arrive
Where my extended soul is fixt,
But Fate does iron wedges drive,
And always crowds itself betwixt.
For Fate with jealous eye does see
Two perfect loves, nor lets them close;
Their union would her ruin be,
And her tyrannic pow'r depose.
And therefore her decrees of steel
Us as the distant poles have plac'd,
(Though love's whole world on us doth wheel)
Not by themselves to be embrac'd;
Unless the giddy heaven fall,
And earth some new convulsion tear;
And, us to join, the world should all
Be cramp'd into a planisphere.
As lines, so loves oblique may well
Themselves in every angle greet;
But ours so truly parallel,
Though infinite, can never meet.
Therefore the love which us doth bind,
But Fate so enviously debars,
Is the conjunction of the mind,
And opposition of the stars.
Credits and Copyright:
Screen Design (Electronic Edition)
Sian Meikle (University of Toronto Library)
Scanning: Sharine Leung (Centre for Computing in the Humanities)
LOVE IN A LIFE
Room after room,
I hunt the house through
We inhabit together.
Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her--
Next time, herself!--not the trouble behind her
Left in the curtain, the couch's perfume!
As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew:
Yon looking-glass gleamed at the wave of her feather.
II
Yet the day wears,
And door succeeds door;
I try the fresh fortune--
Range the wide house from the wing to the centre.
Still the same chance! she goes out as I enter.
Spend my whole day in the quest,--who cares?
But 'tis twilight, you see,--with such suites to explore,
Such closets to search, such alcoves to importune!
Credits and Copyright: ROBERT BROWNING
Screen Design (Electronic Edition)
Sian Meikle (University of Toronto Library)
Scanning: Sharine Leung (Centre for Computing in the Humanities)
And if I say to you this 'morrow,
Take my hand now, come with me.
It's to The Castle I will take you,
Where what's to be, they say will be.
then...
Catch the wind, see us spin,
Sail away, leave today,
For the sky, way up high.
Let the wind just blow,
You really should go,
To our Fantasy Castle in the sky!
CopyWrite Thanks to R.Plant
Lovers Infiniteness
If yet I have not all thy love,
Dear, I shall never have it all;
I cannot breathe one other sigh, to move,
Nor can intreat one other tear to fall;
And all my treasure, which should purchase thee--
Sighs, tears, and oaths, and letters--I have spent.
Yet no more can be due to me,
Than at the bargain made was meant;
If then thy gift of love were partial,
That some to me, some should to others fall,
Dear, I shall never have thee all.
Or if then thou gavest me all,
All was but all, which thou hadst then;
But if in thy heart, since, there be or shall
New love created be, by other men,
Which have their stocks entire, and can in tears,
In sighs, in oaths, and letters, outbid me,
This new love may beget new fears,
For this love was not vow'd by thee.
And yet it was, thy gift being general;
The ground, thy heart, is mine; whatever shall
Grow there, dear, I should have it all.
Yet I would not have all yet,
He that hath all can have no more;
And since my love doth every day admit
New growth, thou shouldst have new rewards in store;
Thou canst not every day give me thy heart,
If thou canst give it, then thou never gavest it;
Love's riddles are, that though thy heart depart,
It stays at home, and thou with losing savest it;
But we will have a way more liberal,
Than changing hearts, to join them; so we shall
Be one, and one another's all.
Credits and Copyright: JOHN DONNE
Screen Design (Electronic Edition)
Sian Meikle (University of Toronto Library)
Scanning: Sharine Leung (Centre for Computing in the Humanities)
