Wentworth Miller - Farewell by Anne Bronte

Farewell   Farewell to thee! but not farewell To all my fondest thoughts of thee: Within my heart they still shall dwell; And they shall cheer and comfort me. O, beautiful, and full of grace! If thou hadst never met mine eye, I had not dreamed a living face Could fancied charms so far outvie. If I may ne'er behold again That form and face so dear to me, Nor hear thy voice, still would I fain Preserve, for aye, their memory. ...

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Wentworth Miller - Fame and Recognition.

Went’s character Michael Scofield also had the amazing tattoo all over his body.  This of course added to the ingeniousness of the character he portrayed.  It also had the female audience glued to their TV sets every week. [She Laughs].  In interviews Went had to explain how the tattoos were applied and how he felt about wearing them.Went was asked in an interview if any of the tattoos he had on the show were real.  He said ““...

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Sonnet 14 - Elizabeth Barrett Browning

If thou must love me, let it be for noughtExcept for love’s sake only. Do not say“I love her for her smile—her look—her wayOf speaking gently,—for a trick of thoughtThat falls in well with mine, and certes broughtA sense of pleasant ease on such a day”—For these things in themselves, Belovèd, mayBe changed, or change for thee,—and love, so wrought,May be unwrought so. Neither love me forThine own dear pity’s wiping my cheeks dry,—A creature might...

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Wentworth Miller - Shines!

Went left LA and moved to Millenium Park, in Chicago to be near to the filming of the pilot for Prison Break.He was asked in an interview if he enjoyed living in Chicago his reply was “L.A. has been my home for the last ten years. I've come to like it a lot. But it's very much about the entertainment industry, and it can be a little incestuous. That's what I liked most about working in Chicago -- not everyone I met was somehow connected with the...

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Wentworth Miller - Remembrance by Emily Bronte

Went enjoys the works of the Bronte sisters. Cold in the earth—and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave? Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover Over the mountains, on that northern shore, Resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves cover That noble heart for ever, ever more? Cold in the earth, and...

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