Grieving for misfortunes is adding gall to wormwood.
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London Stone
WHEN you come to London Town,
(Grieving-grieving!)
Bring your flowers and lay them down
At the place of grieving.
When you come to London Town,
(Grieving-grieving!)
Bow your head and mourn your own,
With the others grieving.
For those minutes, let it wake
(Grieving-grieving!)
All the empty-heart and ache
That is not cured by grieving.
For those minutes, tell no lie:
(Grieving-grieving!)
'Grave, this is thy victory;
And the sting of death is grieving.'
Where's our help, from earth or heaven,
(Grieving-grieving!)
To comfort us for what we've given,
And only gained the grieving.
Heaven's too far and earth too near,
(Grieving-grieving!)
But our neighbour's standing here,
Grieving as we're grieving.
What's his burden every day?
(Grieving-grieving!)
Nothing man can count or weigh,
But loss and love's own grieving.
What is the tie betwixt us two
(Grieving-grieving!)
That must last our whole lives through?
'As I suffer, so do you.'
That may ease the grieving.
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Seventy is wormwood, Seventy is gall But its better to be seventy, Than not alive at all.
quote by Phyllis McGinley
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We are easily comforted for the misfortunes of our friends, when those misfortunes give us an occasion of expressing our affection and solicitude.
quote by Francois de La Rochefoucauld
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Ghosts of Dreams
We are all of us dreamers of dreams,
On visions our childhood is fed;
And the heart of a child is unhaunted, it seems,
By ghosts of dreams that are dead.
From childhood to youth's but a span,
And the years of our life are soon sped;
But the youth is no longer a youth, but a man,
When the first of his dreams is dead.
'Tis a cup of wormwood and gall,
When the doom of a great man is said;
And the best of a man is under a pall
When the best of his dreams is dead.
He may live on by compact and plan
When the fine bloom of living is shed,
But God pity the little that's left of a man
When most of his dreams are dead.
Let him show a brave face if he can;
Let him woo fame and fortune instead;
Yet there's not much to do, but to bury a man
When the last of his dreams is dead.
poem by William Herbert Carruth
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Adding functionality is not just a matter of adding code.
quote by Wietse Venema
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There is already a mountain of evidence that Saddam Hussein is gathering weapons for the purpose of using them. And adding additional information is like adding a foot to Mount Everest.
quote by Ari Fleischer
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Harlan Sewall
You never understood, O unknown one,
Why it was I repaid
Your devoted friendship and delicate ministrations
First with diminished thanks,
Afterward by gradually withdrawing my presence from you,
So that I might not be compelled to thank you,
And then with silence which followed upon
Our final Separation.
You had cured my diseased soul. But to cure it
You saw my disease, you knew my secret,
And that is why I fled from you.
For though when our bodies rise from pain
We kiss forever the watchful hands
That gave us wormwood, while we shudder
For thinking of the wormwood,
A soul that's cured is a different matter,
For there we'd blot from memory
The soft-toned words, the searching eyes,
And stand forever oblivious,
Not so much of the sorrow itself
As of the hand that healed it.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Tall Ambrosia
Among the signs of autumn I perceive
The Roman wormwood (called by learned men
Ambrosia elatior, food for gods,—
For to impartial science the humblest weed
Is as immortal once as the proudest flower—)
Sprinkles its yellow dust over my shoes
As I cross the now neglected garden.
—We trample under foot the food of gods
And spill their nectar in each dropp of dew—
My honest shoes, fast friends that never stray
Far from my couch, thus powdered, countryfied,
Bearing many a mile the marks of their adventure,
At the post-house disgrace the Gallic gloss
Of those well dressed ones who no morning dew
Nor Roman wormwood ever have been through,
Who never walk but are transported rather—
For what old crime of theirs I do not gather.
poem by Henry David Thoreau
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Without Feeling Guilt Or Appalled At All
It's just so sad...
To think that people don't get a bite to eat.
And it's just so sad...
These people aren't the only ones seen on the streets.
Some still live in homes,
While others condone roaming all alone.
Oh it's just too sad...
To know the ones who lead aren't leaders.
Although give they do nice and sweet speeches,
As if what will be done is prioritized...
And homelessness and hunger will soon meet defeat!
It's just so sad...
To witness people struggle to their feet.
And walk for miles to try to keep up...
Their heads as they seek dwindling opportunities.
As others pass them talking,
To leave them without greeting...
Or helping out to meet their needs.
People have the gall to dropp this ball,
Without feeling guilt or appalled at all!
People have the gall to dropp this ball,
Without feeling guilt or appalled at all!
It's just so sad...
To think that people don't get a bite to eat.
And it's just so sad...
These people aren't the only ones seen on the streets.
Some still live in homes,
While others condone roaming all alone.
(It's just so...)
People have the gall to dropp this ball,
Without feeling guilt or appalled.
(It's just so...)
People have the gall to dropp this ball,
Without feeling guilt or appalled.
(It's just so...)
People have the gall to dropp this ball,
Without feeling guilt or appalled.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There is no wormwood that comes into flower and does not wither.
A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes
(d. hoffman-livingston)
A dream is wish your heart makes
When youre past asleep
In dreams, you will lose your heartache
Whatever you wished for, you keep
Have faith in your dream and someday
Your rainbow will come smiling too
No matter how your heart is grieving
If you keep on believing
The dream that you wish will come true
La la la la la la la la la la la rin
Ohh oh la ra la ra la rin
Ohh oh la ra la ra la rin
No matter how your heart is grieving
If you keep on believing
The dream tha you wish will come true
No matter how your heart is grieving
If you keep on believing
The dream tha you wish will come true
song performed by by Lea Salonga
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If This Be All
O God! if this indeed be all
That Life can show to me;
If on my aching brow may fall
No freshening dew from Thee, -
If with no brighter light than this
The lamp of hope may glow,
And I may only dream of bliss,
And wake to weary woe;
If friendship's solace must decay,
When other joys are gone,
And love must keep so far away,
While I go wandering on, -
Wandering and toiling without gain,
The slave of others' will,
With constant care, and frequent pain,
Despised, forgotten still;
Grieving to look on vice and sin,
Yet powerless to quell
The silent current from within,
The outward torrent's swell:
While all the good I would impart,
The feelings I would share,
Are driven backward to my heart,
And turned to wormwood, there;
If clouds must ever keep from sight
The glories of the Sun,
And I must suffer Winter's blight,
Ere Summer is begun;
If life must be so full of care,
Then call me soon to Thee;
Or give me strength enough to bear
My load of misery.
poem by Anne Brontë from Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell (1846)
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We should be less concerned about adding years to life, and more about adding life to years...
quote by Arthur C. Clarke
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Walls Of Bronze
Walls of bronze,
Where is my lover who left last night?
For i am now fed with wormwood and,
I want to know her state of life over there.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My Awesome God
(08/25/11)
GOD is so awesome- I must say
He gave me the answer to my problem
In just one day.
Then he gave me good news which
I was longing to hear.
That my new grand Childs heart is in repair.
I also found two nephews on the internet
And I can’t get over that yet.
We were shown that misfortunes
Usually come in threes.
But on this particular day
He just wanted to please.
So he put things in reverse
So that I can see- that not all misfortunes
Are really meant to be.
GOD is so awesome - on that I can’t deny
And on his love, I do rely.
Haven’t there been times in your life
That you was at the end of your rope
And things was going so bad
And you thought that you couldn’t cope.
You felt like water swirling in a funnel
Then you saw the light at the end of that tunnel.
You was no longer drowning, and your head
Was at the top, and the headaches that you had
All seemed to stop.
“That” is my awesome GOD!
poem by Louis Rams
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Day Of Mourn (Maguindanao Massacre)
11/26
The sun rose early behind the mountains
But never shone its rays on the face of the grieving
Darkness cloaked the land below my feet
Shaken the world with great terror and anguish
11/26
It’s a morn of mourning; a date of grieving
A day to unite and pray, for the departed victims
Come! Join us…… simultaneously, we shall light a candle
Come! Join us……. in unison we shall utter a moment of prayer
Let the candle’s wick burn until justice is serve
Let the grieving souls find tranquility on their grave
Let us all pray for JUSTICE name
Let us all pray and stop this demonic game
Come! Join us…..light a candle for this mournful day
Pray for the victims and make the perpetuators pay
26th of November,2009
poem by Catrina Heart
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Basket Case
Do you have the time to listen to me whine
About NOTHING and EVERYTHING all at once
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it
Sometimes I give myself the CREEPS
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm CRACKING UP
Am I just PARANOID?
Am I just STONED
I went to a shrink
To analyze my dreams
SHE says it's lack of sex that's
bringing me down
I went to a whore
HE said my life's a bore
So quit my whining cause it's
bringing HER down
Sometimes I give myself the CREEPS
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm CRACKING UP
Am I just PARANOID?
Grasping to CONTROL
So I BETTER hold on
Sometimes I give myself the CREEPS
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm CRACKING UP
Am I just PARANOID?
Am I just STONED.
song performed by by Green Day from Dookie
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Basket Case
Do you have the time
to listen to whine
about nothing and everything
all at once
I am one of those
MELODRAMATIC FOOLS
NUROTIC TO the bone no doubt about it
Some times I give myself the creeps
Some times my mind plays tricks one me
and it all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid or am I just stoned?
I went to a shrink to analize my dreams
she said it's lack of sex that's bringing me
down
I went to a whore he said my lifes a bore
so quite my whinning cuz it's bringing her
down
Sometimes I give my self the creeps
sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
and it all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
am I just paranoid
HU HU
GRASPING TO CONTROL!
SO I BETTER HOLD ONNNNNNNNNNN!!!
Sometimes I Give myself the creeps
sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
and it all keeps adding up I think I'm
cracking up... am I just paranoid or am I just
STOOONED?
song performed by by Avril Lavigne
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Listen To Your Father
Of the wood of Lebanon,
The voice of a turtledove;
Of the mountain of leopards,
The honey from the honeycomb;
Of the fruits of their doings,
The voice of an eloquent orator;
Of the harp and the lyre,
The skilful mind of the artisan;
Of the tambourine and the flute,
Like the sins of Sodom;
Listen to your father when he speaks.
Of the garden of nuts,
The fragrance of apples;
Of the shaking of the Olive tree,
The ships of Tarshish;
Of the lofiiness of man,
Like the mountain of spices!
Listen to your father when he talks.
Of the waters of the Euphrates River,
Like the wells of salvation;
Of the top of the head,
Like the sole of the foot;
Of the roaring of the sea,
Like the rose of Sharon;
Of the children of one'syouth,
A message like an old male goat;
Of the sacrifice of fools,
Like the tears of the oppresssed;
Of the interpretation of a thing,
Like the son of a noble birth;
Of the works of man's hand,
Like the sun which rules by day;
Of the root that brings forth gall and wormwood,
The moon and the stars rule by night;
Listen to your father who begot you.
Of beautiful ornaments on your neck,
Like the virgin Miriam;
Of the Topaz of Ethiopia,
Like the springs of life from your mind;
Do listen to your father always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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No Protectors
The business of living,
Has laid cold eyes upon them
Grieving.
Those overtaxed,
And most undernourished!
Discouraged to speak truths,
That keep them crushed...
In silent desperation.
Under technologies,
Rushed to boost few
To adorn themselves,
And prosper.
This business of living...
Dispense trinkets from feasting banquets.
And dim is the light once brightening,
The hopes for all.
With gall the rotting stench is sensed,
And slowly released.
Progressing these diseasing deeds.
And bigoted shelters,
Built to be viewed...
By those with lofty wishes,
Crumble in defiance.
As appliances fail,
To keep from oxidizing rust.
Those investing in separate dreams...
Find no protectors,
To hide resources dwindling.
Masses split into divisions that absorb,
Assumptions no one resumes...
As this influence loses its spin!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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