Guest poem submitted by Kashyap Deorah:
(Poem #413) Admired Miranda!
Admired Miranda! Indeed the top of admiration! worth What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady I have eyed with best regard and many a time The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues Have I liked several women; never any With so fun soul, but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed And put it to the foil: but you, O you, So perfect and so peerless, are created Of every creature's best!
I was going through the minstrels archive sometime back and saw a whole lot of Tempest lying there (forgive the pun). Just remembered that there were some lines that were missing from the collection. As in, when someone mentions The Tempest to me, those lines just strike me each time. Here they are. I mean, if ever some lover tried to flatter his beloved with words, he would be well advised to take a peep at these lines first. -- Kashyap