shame on thee

WHEN we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow—
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me—
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met—
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.
—  Lord Byron, “when we two parted”

THERE sat a knight all armed in black harness, and his name was the Knight of the Black Laund. And said the Black Knight “Now yield thy lady from thee. I shall put ye down upon one foot, and thy horse and thy harness ye shall leave with me, for it were shame to me to do thee any more harm.” ~ Le Morte D’Arthur B.VII, C.VII

  • Steven Universe: *shows Steven in a dress, which he did in order to help out his friend and ultimately ends on a heartwarming note about not taking over your child's interests*
  • Tumblr: Steven is canon trans uwu
  • My Little Pony- Friendship Is Magic: *shows Big Mac in a dress, which he did in order to help out his sister, and ultimately ends on a heartwarming note about feeling needed*
  • Tumblr: Transmisogyny! Shame on thee!
When We Two Parted

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow–
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shrudder comes o'er me–
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee so well–
Long, long I shall rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met–
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?–
With silence and tears.

by George Gordon Byron

my parents: So how’s your Shakespeare essay coming along?

my brain: Thou must not lie. Thou hast not done anything but view stage-plays for endless hours while surfing on the deepest depths of the Internet. Thou hast not written anything but a few words on a page, blanker than thy creativity. To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day. Thou canst not then be false to thy parents.

me: Great. It’s going great.

my brain: Villain! Shame upon thee and thy house!