Post: #1
Title: لؤلؤة(3)
Author: ahlalasrar
Date: 04-22-2006, 05:47 PM
Parent: #0
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Post: #2
Title: Re: لؤلؤة(3)
Author: Safa Fagiri
Date: 04-23-2006, 03:56 PM
Parent: #1
ياسر...
ياسلااااااام
يا ياسر
القصيدة الرائعة...
والاغنية الهتون....
هذه فيروزة أخرى...
احييك
عزيزي
و احي
الفرقة الرائعة
عقد الجلاد.....
I never felt so "
beautiful
any
as I
do
now".....
دمت...
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Post: #5
Title: Re: لؤلؤة(3)
Author: ahlalasrar
Date: 04-25-2006, 01:32 PM
Parent: #2
الحبيبة
الغالية
فويتي....
الأديبة...
شكرا على
روعتك دائما
ايتها النخلة..
لا اله الا الله
فى كنف
رسول الله
ياسر
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Post: #4
Title: Re: لؤلؤة(3)
Author: Safa Fagiri
Date: 04-23-2006, 10:14 PM
العزيز
لؤي...
الف الف
مرحب بيك ...
وبطلتك
الانيقة
وهتون الشكر
على الدعوة...
النبيلة ...
دمت....
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Post: #6
Title: Re: لؤلؤة(3)
Author: ahlalasrar
Date: 04-25-2006, 02:59 PM
الاخ لؤي
تسلم على الحضور البهي
والدعوات الطيبات
وعقبالك ..
اجمل الامنيات..
لا اله الا الله
في كنف رسول الله
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Post: #7
Title: Re: لؤلؤة(3)
Author: ahlalasrar
Date: 05-09-2006, 05:39 PM
Parent: #1
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Post: #8
Title: Re: لؤلؤة(3)
Author: ahlalasrar
Date: 05-09-2006, 05:59 PM
Parent: #7
DEAR...
this is my gift to
you before it goes
to the cave....
The Pearl
by George Herbert
MATTHEW xiii
I know the ways of learning; both the head
And pipes that feed the press, and make it run;
What reason hath from nature borrowed,
Or of itself, like a good huswife, spun
In laws and policy; what the stars conspire,
What willing nature speaks, what forc'd by fire;
Both th'old discoveries and the new-found seas,
The stock and surplus, cause and history;
All these stand open, or I have the keys:
Yet I love thee.
I know the ways of honour; what maintains
The quick returns of courtesy and wit;
In vies of favours whether party gains
When glory swells the heart and moldeth it
To all expressions both of hand and eye,
Which on the world a true-love-knot may tie,
And bear the bundle wheresoe'er it goes;
How many drams of spirit there must be
To sell my life unto my friends or foes:
Yet I love thee.
I know the ways of pleasure; the sweet strains
The lullings and the relishes of it;
The propositions of hot blood and brains;
What mirth and music mean; what love and wit
Have done these twenty hundred years and more;
I know the projects of unbridled store;
My stuff is flesh, not brass; my senses live,
And grumble oft that they have more in me
Than he that curbs them, being but one to five:
Yet I love thee.
I know all these and have them in my hand;
Therefore not seeled but with open eyes
I fly to thee, and fully understand
Both the main sale and the commodities;
And at what rate and price I have thy love,
With all the circumstances that may move.
Yet through the labyrinths, not my grovelling wit,
But thy silk twist let down from heav'n to me
Did both conduct and teach me how by it
To climb to thee.
..........
خالص الحب
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