At school, friendship is a passion. It entrances the being; it tears the soul. All loves of afterlife can never bring its rapture, or its wretchedness; no bliss so absorbing, no pangs of jealousy or despair so crushing and so keen! What tenderness and what devotion; what illimitable confidence, infinite revelations of inmost thoughts; what ecstatic present and romantic future; what bitter estrangements and what melting recriminations; what scenes of wild recrimination, agitating explanations, passionate correspondence; what insane sensitiveness, and what frantic sensibility; what earthquakes of the heart and whirlwinds of the soul are confined in that simple phrase, a schoolboy's friendship!
That is such a lovely poem xx
ReplyDeleteDitto - love it. I'd actually forgotten just how all-consuming my primary school best-friendship was. Thank you for sharing it!
ReplyDeleteAli x
Thank you both - it was written about Eton - so male friends, but I remember some of those feelings when we started out at school where there is so much competition and so many hormones raging.
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I loved this poem! found you through Splenderosa,
ReplyDeleteI too remember the warmth spreading to my face, the hormones, the crushes, the "in" crowd. please come over and see if you like my new blog...
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I hope you like and read it. Beautiful day here today, hope yours is as wonderful!
This is beautiful & so very true. Your message to me will be in my heart forever. Thank you so much. xx's Marsha
ReplyDeletethat is truely lovely......and inspiring on this dull day!!
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