Laurenv Posted August 22, 2012 Report Share Posted August 22, 2012 I recently watch an old episode - the one where Donald Fisher and Marilyn get married. Donald recites a poem that is kid of narrated over the music. I can't find it anywhere and deleted the episode! Does anyone know what this poem is called?? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dan F Posted August 22, 2012 Report Share Posted August 22, 2012 'She Walks in Beauty' by Lord Byron: She walks in beauty like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies, And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to the tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One ray the more, one shade the less Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress Or softly lightens o'er her face, Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling place. And on that cheek and o'er that brow So soft, so calm yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow But tell of days in goodness spent A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent. And just for the sake of adding it as it's a nice piece, Don also recited the following in his head as Judith departed in 2000, but this was written by scriptwriters for the episode: Ships crossing the bar at twilight Half lit trains on October platforms Silent wings brushing in April flight Whispers heard in the dew cradled morn Words that died in halting breath Lives unlived for lack of care Saying I love you was too hard a comfort Saying goodbye was too hard to bear Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Light of the Bay Posted August 22, 2012 Report Share Posted August 22, 2012 'Invictus' by William Ernest Henley: OUT of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. Don recites this poem to his last class at Summer Bay High. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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