|Core: noun, the most important part of a thing, the essence; from the Latin cor, meaning heart.|
|Volume 0.0||This Views Poetry||February 4, 2002|
|Magna est Veritas|
|Here, in this little Bay,
Full of tumultuous life and great repose,
Where, twice a day,
The purposeless, glad ocean comes and goes,
Under high cliffs, and far from the huge town,
I sit me down.
For want of me the worlds course will not fail;
When all its work is done, the lie shall rot;
The truth is great, and shall prevail,
When none cares whether it prevail or not.
|Coventry Patmore (1823-1896)|
|Oxford Book of English Verse (New Edition) # 772|
|A Hue and Cry after Fair Amoret|
|Fair Amoret is gone astray
Pursue and seek her, evry lover;
Ill tell the signs by which you may
The wandring Shepherdess discover.
Coquette and coy at once her air,
With skill her eyes dart evry glance,
She likes herself, yet others hates
|William Congreve (1670-1729)|
|Oxford Book of English Verse (New Edition) # 443|
|From the Silence of Time, Times Silence borrow.
In the heart of To-day is the word of To-morrow.
The Builders of Joy are the Children of Sorrow.
|William Sharp (1856-1902)|
|Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse p. 400|
|This View from the Core © E. L. Core 2002|
|Cor ad cor loquitur J. H. Newman Heart speaks to heart|