:) How a boyfriend of 7 years proposed to his girlfriend. PS: Both are physicists.

:) How a boyfriend of 7 years proposed to his girlfriend. PS: Both are physicists.

'If' by Rudyard Kipling

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If you can keep your head when all about you
  Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
  But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
  Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
  And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—-and not make dreams your master;
  If you can think—-and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
  And treat those two impostors just the same.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
  Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
  And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
  And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
  And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
  To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
  Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
  Or walk with Kings—-nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
  If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
  With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
  And—-which is more—-you’ll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling

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'Annabel Lee' by Edgar Allan Poe

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It was many and many a year ago,
 In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
 By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
 Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
 In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
 I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
 Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
 In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
 My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
 And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
 In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
 Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
 In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
 Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
 Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
 And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
 Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
 Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
 Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
 Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
 In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Edgar Allan Poe


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'Still I Rise' by Maya Angelou

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You may write me down in history
 With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
 But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
 Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
 Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
 With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
 Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
 Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
 Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
 Don’t you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
 Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
 You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
 But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
 Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
 At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
 I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
 I rise

I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
 Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
 I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
 I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
 I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise
I rise
I rise.


Maya Angelou


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(Source: poemhunter.com)

'The Road Not Taken' by Robert Frost

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  Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
  And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

  Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
  Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

  And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
  Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

  I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
  Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. 

Robert Frost


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'Invictus' by William Ernest Henley

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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.

William Ernest Henley


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(Source: bartleby.com)

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