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Salve Eternum
I.
Farewell! O soul departed!
Farewell! O sacred urn!
Bereaved and broken-hearted,
To earth the mourners turn.
To the dim and dreary shore,
Thou art gone our steps before!
But thither the swift Hours lead us,
And thou dost but a while precede us,
Salve-salve!
Loved urn, and thou solemn cell,
Mute ashes!-farewell, farewell!
Salve-salve!
II.
Ilicet-ire licet-
Ah, vainly would we part!
Thy tomb is the faithful heart.
About evermore we bear thee;
For who from the heart can tear thee?
Vainly we sprinkle o'er us
The drops of the cleansing stream;
And vainly bright before us
The lustral fire shall beam.
For where is the charm expelling
Thy thought from its sacred dwelling?
Our griefs are thy funeral feast,
And Memory thy mourning priest.
Salve-salve!
III.
Ilicet-ire licet!
The spark from the hearth is gone
Wherever the air shall bear it;
The elements take their own-
The shadows receive thy spirit.
It will soothe thee to feel our grief,
As thou glid'st by the Gloomy River!
If love may in life be brief,
In death it is fixed for ever.
Salve-salve!
In the hall which our feasts illume,
The rose for an hour may bloom;
But the cypress that decks the tomb-
The cypress is green for ever!
Salve-salve!
poem by Edward George Bulwer-Lytton
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There are too many leaders anointed because they have a public voice - television, radio, or record, or whatever. That even includes myself. In the past, I'd say, 'Don't anoint me when you can anoint yourself.'
A fool repays a salve by a stab, and a stab by a salve.
Oh What A Circus
Che: Oh what a circus
Oh what a show
Argentina has gone to town
Over the death of an actress called Eva Peron
We've all gone crazy mourning all day and mourning all night
Falling over ourselves to get all of the misery right
Oh what an exit that's how to go
When they're ringing your curtain down
Demand to be buried like Eva Peron
It's quite a sunset
And good for the country in a roundabout way
We've made the front page of all the world's papers today
But who is this Santa Evita
Why all this howling hysterical sorrow
What kind of goddess has lived among us
How will we ever get by without her
She had her moments she had some style
The best show in town was the crowd
Outside the Casa Rosada crying Eva Peron
But that's all gone now
As soon as the smoke from the funeral clears
We're all gonna see and how
She's done nothing for years
Choir: Salve Regina mater misericordiae
Vita dulcedo et spes nostra
Salve salve Regina
Ad te clamamus
Exules filii Eva
Ad tu suspiramus gementes
Et flentes o clemens o pia
Che: You let down your people Evita
You were supposed to have been immortal
That's all they wanted not much to ask for
But in the end you could not deliver
Sing you fools but you got it wrong
Enjoy your prayers because you haven't got long
Your queen is dead your king is through
And she's not coming back to you
Show business kept us all alive
Since 17 October 1945
But the star has gone
The glamour's worn thin
That's a pretty bad state for a state to be in
Instead of government we had a stage
Instead of ideas a prima donna's rage
Instead of help we were given a crowd
She didn't say much but she said it loud
Sing you fools but you got it wrong
Enjoy your prayers because you haven't got long
Your queen is dead your king is through
And she's not coming back to you
Choir: Salve Regina mater misericordiae
Vita dulcedo et spes nostra
Salve salve Regina Peron
Ad te clamamus
Exules filii Eva
Ad tu suspiramus gementes
Et flentes o clemens o pia
Eva: Don't cry for me Argentina
For I am ordinary unimportant
And undeserving of such attention
Uneless we all are I think we all are
So share my glory so share my coffin
So share my glory so share my coffin
Che: It's our funeral too
song performed by by Madonna from Evita Soundtrack (Part 1)
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A fool repays a salve by a stab, and a stab by a salve. [He mistakes friends for foes and foes for friends.]
Anoint a villain and he will prick you, prick a villain and he will anoint you.
To live beyond the sunrise!
Better you just dry those sopping-wet big eyes
What's the point in both of us weeping?
Surely you can't now coquettishly disguise…
The ways, in which I'm cut, the way I am bleeding…
Hide as you always have: Count daily the magpies?
Better you just dry those dual-copiloting empty eyes
Harden even more that propelled wooden heart.
For all its yearly ringed ambiguous lies…
They're no-more than death-nails sweetheart!
They're no-more than drawn-out salty goodbyes.
Better you just dry those sea-green tigress eyes
Look to where this new dawn for me will surly rise!
Look there! Where hurt erupts but now subsides…
Old-flame you can no-longer hope to hypnotize!
For within your tears little else than nothing, belies.
Better I then just dry my own two jaded eyes
Hide not as you would: Count not as you have.
Daily on this mystical earth the magpies?
But with one lover eternally anoint and salve
Embalm my soul to live beyond the sunrise!
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Newborn Awakening
Gently they stir, gently rise
The dead are newborn awakening
With ravaged limbs and wet souls
Gently they sigh in rapt funeral amazement
Who called these dead to dance?
Was it the young woman learning to play the ghost song on her baby grand?
Was it the wilderness children?
Was it the ghost God himself, stuttering, cheering, chatting blindly?
I called you up to anoint the earth
I called you to announce sadness falling like burned skin
I called you to wish you well
To glory in self like a new monster
And now I call you to pray
song performed by by Doors
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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By Circumstances Fed
By circumstances fed
Which divide attention
Among the living and the dead,
Under the blooms of the blossoming sun,
The gaze which is a tower towers
Day and night, hour by hour,
Critical of all and of one,
Dissatisfied with every flower
With all that's been done or undone,
Converting every feature
Into its own and unknown nature;
So, once in the drugstore,
Amid all the poppy, salve and ointment,
I suddenly saw, estranged there,
Beyond all disappointment,
My own face in the mirror.
poem by Delmore Schwartz
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All Dead, All Dead
Memories, my memories
How long can you stay
To haunt my days
She came without a farthing
A babe without a name
So much ado about nothing
Is what shed try to say
So much ado my lover
So many games we played
Through every fleeted summer
Through every precious day
All dead all dead
All the dreams we had
And I wonder why I still live on
All dead all dead
And alone Im spared
My sweeter half instead
All dead
And gone
All dead...
All dead all dead
At the rainbows end
And still I hear her own sweet song
All dead all dead
Take me back again
You know my little friends
All dead
And gone
All dead and gone
Her ways are always with me
I wander all the while
But please you must forgive me
I am old but still a child
All dead all dead
But I should not grieve
In time it comes to everyone
All dead all dead
But in hope I breathe
Of course I dont believe
Youre dead
And gone
All dead
And gone
song performed by by Queen
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Desiring to Be Given up to God
That my heart was right with thee,
And lov'd thee with a perfect love!
O that my Lord would dwell in me,
And never from his seat remove!
Jesus, remove th' impending load,
And set my soul on fire for God!
Thou seest I dwell in awful night
Until thou in my heart appear;
Kindle the flame, O Lord, and light
Thine everlasting candle there:
Thy presence puts the shadows by;
If thou art gone, how dark am I!
Ah! Lord, how should thy servant see,
Unless thou give me seeing eyes?
Well may I fall, if out of thee;
If out of thee, how should I rise?
I wander, Lord, without thy aid,
And lose my way in midnight's shade.
Thy bright, unerring light afford,
A light that gives the sinner hope;
And from the house of bondage, Lord,
O bring the weary captive up,
Thine hand alone can set me free
And reach my pardon out to me.
O let my prayer acceptance find,
And bring the mighty blessing down;
With eye-salve, Lord, anoint the blind,
And seal me thine adopted son:
A fallen, helpless creature take,
And heir of thy salvation make.
poem by Augustus Montague Toplady
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He that measures oil shall anoint his fingers.
Patience is sorrow's salve.
quote by Charles Churchill
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I have anointed you with kohl, do you, in return, anoint me with pepper?.
Prayer is .... the salve on the wounds of our spirit that we order from God in our moments with Him.
Ten Times Anoint
Ten times anoint
Reeds yield to the wind,
monotony of bright noons,
colored garland festoons,
in vast sky, disruptive tint.
Travel far, fare of calls,
paths hint a script roiled,
maybe your solitude toiled
on proud lands and slopes.
But it is blest and bright,
on incandescent courses,
as Northern wind forces,
your dancing feast alight;
Music accented to parade,
a sign your eyes beguiles,
historied on your air miles,
infinity's continuum blade;
it cuts only tears to shed,
winds reach the end point,
a photo is ten times anoint,
of your upheaval time wed;
Air lit wraith, high turmoil
floats to honor your values
diddling in wind light blue,
conducts your Siren's coil
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Anoint, v.: To grease a king or other great functionary already sufficiently slippery.
quote by Ambrose Bierce
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Pienso En T
Cuando siento que mi vida se desliza
y la soledad me come da a da,
Pienso en t... Pienso en t...
Cuando el fro me llena el alma me congela
y la lluvia me persigue, no me deja
Pienso en t... Pienso en t...
Pienso en t... Pienso en t...
Pienso en ti... Ay como pienso en t...
Pienso en t porque es por t
que sobrevivo y es por t que vivo roto.
Pienso en t porque yo creo en el milagro
que me salve si te toco.
Porque quiero estar contigo y no te tengo
y me muero poco a poco.
Pienso en t... Pienso en t...
Pienso en t... Pienso en t...
Cuando siento que el futuro ya ha pasado
y la noche se detiene a mi lado
Pienso en t... Pienso en t...
cuando el ruido del silencio me despierta
y me duele cada instante de tu ausencia
Pienso en t... Pienso en t...
Pienso en t... Pienso en t...
Pienso en t porque es por t
que sobrevivo y es por t que vivo roto.
Pienso en t porque yo creo en el milagro
que me salve si te toco.
Porque quiero estar contigo y no te tengo
y me muero poco a poco.
Pienso en t... Pienso en t...
Pienso en t porque es por t
que sobrevivo y es por t que vivo roto.
Pienso en t porque yo creo en el milagro
que me salve si te toco.
Porque quiero estar contigo y no te tengo
y me muero poco a poco.
Pienso en t... Pienso en t...
Pienso en t... Pienso en t...
song performed by by Enrique Iglesias
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