That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
quote by William Wordsworth
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What though the radiance which was once so bright Be not forever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower Strength in what remains behind, In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be, In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of Human suffering, In the faith that looks through death In years that bring philophic mind.
quote by William Wordsworth
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Splendour in the Grass
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind.
poem by William Wordsworth
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind. In the faith that looks through death, in years that bring the philosophic mind.
quote by John Bacon
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Philippians 4: 13
The strength to resist the night
The strength to endure the day
The strength to keep righteous paths in sight
The strength to take them without delay
The strength to find a purpose in life
The strength to find the truths it brings
The strength to kick away from strife
The strength to stabalize the rock it clings
The strength to light a friend’s day up
The strength to resist wrathful foes
The strength to fill a stranger’s dry cup
The strength to shun sin when it opposed
The strength to feel a injured man’s pain
The strength to hold a reject’s hand
The strength to act against any gain
The strength to love without demand
The strength to understand that our King
Has blessed us with more than we can contain
Therefore regardless what time may bring
The strength will continue to reign
poem by Anders Lim
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The Night-Blooming Cereus
FLOWER of the moon!
Still white is her brow whom we worshiped on earth long ago;
Yea, purer than pearls in deep seas, and more virgin than snow.
The dull years veil their eyes from her shining, and vanish afraid,
Nor profane her with age—the immortal, nor dim her with shade.
It is we are unworthy, we worldlings, to dwell in her ways;
We have broken her altars and silenced her voices of praise.
She hath hearkened to singing more silvern, seen raptures more bright;
To some planet more pure she hath fled on the wings of the night,—
Flower of the moon!
Yet she loveth the world that forsook her, for, lo! once a year
She, Diana, translucent, pale, scintillant, down from her sphere
Floateth earthward like star-laden music, to bloom in a flower,
And our hearts feel the spell of the goddess once more for an hour.
See! she sitteth in splendor nor knoweth desire nor decay,
And the night is a glory around her more bright than the day,
And her breath hath the sweetness of worlds where no sorrow is known;
And we long as we worship to follow her back to her own,—
Flower of the moon!
poem by Harriet Monroe
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Ain't Gonna Grieve
by Bob Dylan
Well, I ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
And ain't a-gonna grieve no more.
Come on brother, join the band,
Come on sisters, clap your hands,
Tell everybody that's in the land,
You ain't a-gonna grieve no more.
Well, I ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
And ain't a-gonna grieve no more.
Brown and blue and white and black,
All one color on the one-way track,
We got this far and ain't a-goin' back
And ain't a-gonna grieve no more.
Well, I ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
I ain't a-gonna grieve no more.
We're gonna notify your next of kin,
You're gonna raise the roof until the house falls in.
If you get knocked down get up again,
We ain't a-gonna grieve no more.
Well, I ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
I ain't a-gonna grieve no more.
We'll sing this song all night long,
Sing it to my baby from midnight on.
She'll sing it to you when I'm dead and gone,
Ain't a-gonna grieve no more.
Well, I ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
I ain't a-gonna grieve no more
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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The Bent Flower
There once was a flower,
Who, at an untimely hour,
Began to crook to one side.
The poor little flower,
Would no longer tower,
In the field full of green grass and snow.
But from yonder came a man,
With nothing but a pan,
And sat by the badly bent flower.
And the man sat with the flower day and night,
Helping it get through its plight,
But came the following day.
That within an hour,
The man who sat with the flower,
Was gone like night during day.
poem by Tro Missaelian
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Truck
Children all have saviours
Children don't care who saves us
Round the corner, round the bend
Fingernails torn to the end
Bring back, bring back
Bring back, bring back on me
On me
I told them, we scold them
Can't console them always
Toy soldiers falling
Dominoes, but who knows?
Bring back, bring back
Bring back, bring back on me
On me
Yeah and I dream of falling stars
And tokes for all my friends
And I will live forever
Yeah and I dream of all I'm worth
And all along the way
And I will never even
Yeah and I will coast through falling prayers
And all along the way
And I will always listen
Bring back, bring back (I)
Bring back, bring back (Or)
Bring back, bring back (We)
On me....
Bring it back, bring it back on
Bring it back, bring it back on
Bring it back, bring it back on
song performed by by Nickelback
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SonnetXLVII. To G.W.C.
STILL shines our August day, as calm, as bright
As when, long years ago, we sailied away
Down the blue Narrows and the widening bay
Into the wrinkling ocean's flashing light;
And the whole universe of sound and sight
Repeats the radiance of that festal day.
But for the inward eye no power can stay
The fleeting splendor of our youth's delight.
Still shines our August day, — but not for me
The old enchantment, — when, by care and sorrow
Untried, the hopeful heart was ever free
To greet the morn as herald of like morrow.
Yet shine, fair day! And let my soul from thee
Hope, faith, and strength for life's dim future borrow.
poem by Christopher Pearse Cranch
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Little Flower Of Mine
Spring has come once more
with a gentle wind in the rays of the sun.
Here stands a little flower among the country plains.
Little flower of mine,
You’re the rose among lilies that blossoms in all its grace.
Little flower of mine
I love your radiance of red,
and your quiet strength amid the storm.
Little flower of mine,
inspite of wind and rain you grew and grew still.
Little flower of mine
you’re the apple of mine eye,
you’re the flower that never dies.
Little flower of mine,
You’re my inspiration and joy indeed.
poem by Lyndon Murray
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Dying, Yet Not Dead
I’m forever dying
Yet never dead
Forever crying
My abundance of tears
With the fatal kiss you gave me
I’m fading away
With the strength of your arms
You bring me back to life
I’m endlessly in pain
Pain that I’ve caused
Enlissly in the dark
In this never-ending darkness
With the fatal kiss you gave me
I’m fading away
With the strength of your arms
You bring me back to life
I’m always depressed
Drowning in depression
Always breathing
The air that keeps me living
With the fatal kiss you gave me
I’m fading away
With the strength of your arms
You bring me back to life
poem by Allyson Gordon
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Flower on the Wall
Flower on the Wall
What is your story
I can guess
Blessed be by thy name
Holy is the ground
What has fallen
What is left
Only a flower
That fades with every coming hour
Life walks by
The flower dies
Symbolic is the sight
For those connected it brings fright
Flower on the wall
You bring meaning
A chance for reflection
A beauty that dies
This is nature
To gaze upon you makes me cry
poem by Louis Cecile
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The Burning Flower
You never know a flower,
A flower you know is alive,
Somewhere hidden in a huge land,
A song still unsung,
You know that flower for sure,
Still you never care about,
A flower for that reason is gonna burn,
Before you say a careless-whisper,
And before you ever look upon it,
Its gonna burn more and more,
And may burn until that moment,
When its leaves shreaded off,
A final place to rest for it,
And i wonder everyday,
Ever dreams come true?
And nobody knows where the flower is,
You need to find it somehow,
And you need to say a care-less whisper,
For never the reason a null aspect,
For a special care you wanna give,
And i am the song still unsung,
And now i am singing some phrases for you,
And that flower is waiting,
Waiting espiacially for you,
Though you never know,
Before anything else,
That flower will burn off forever,
And never to come in your sight anymore,
Lovely saying this may be,
A flower lives for some reason,
And though its already cut away,
Put into something we hold in our hands,
Still it lives on,
Cries it is you don't know,
Because it is so lonely,
Never and ever he wants to die,
Still he must die,
To balance the energies of god,
That is something a life pal,
And my friend this is life,
Where there are limitless flowers,
Waiting to be gone forever,
To be fading into the place,
There they do not belong i tell yaa,
Living on others you are,
And never to find a flower for real,
Until it vanishes off by burning bright...
True isen't it dear?
Love is now you know,
Burning day after day,
And burning everyday,
Nobody loves it like you do,
I know and he knows too...
Tushar ;)
poem by Tushar Arora
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Grieve England
Grieve, England, and hang your head
in utter shame,
as the tale of your inhumanity
rings to this very day.
Grieve about your fallen brave, England,
for no glory did your heroes bring
back from the battlefields of South Africa,
where they killed children
who did not want to betray
the whereabouts of their fathers.
What glory shines
in pillage and rape
and how does lament ring,
with the utter destruction
of farmsteads of a nation?
Grieve about the soulless slaughter, England,
of most of a nation’s women
and children in your cruel concentration camps,
where you fed glass mixed with meal
and let thousands of the innocent die of pestilence.
Cry, England, and hang your head
in utter shame,
as the tale of your inhumanity
rings forever more.
[Reference: => To the Anglo-Boer war where thousands of innocent woman and children died in British concentration camps.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Colour Of The Sun
Daffodils golden yellow in their hue,
Shining, dazzling across the grassy rise.
Seeming to find a way to hypnotize,
Presenting such a show, each spring anew.
Erupting through the soil with one accord,
Gathered all together, a carpet spread.
One on which many wouldn’t dare to tread,
And for their strong resilience, applaud.
The colour of the sun, they gleam so bright,
Glowing as each one sends forth its flower.
A sight that I could view, hour after hour,
And savour all I see with sheer delight.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Lend me your strength
Please lend me your strength
until I find my own
Without you the pain is amplified
not sure if I can do it on my own
But you tell me I'm strong
and I really do want to believe you
But I need to see it in myself
and that's the hardest thing to do
Lately I've been feeling like a pebble
stagnant and forgotten on the ground
But you could always pick me up
bring me back to the here and now
So please lend me your strength
at least until I find some of my own
without you the pain has multiplied
not sure if I'll survive on my own
But you tell me I'm a fighter
you believe I can conquer anything
this is just a test of my strength
you say I have to find my wings
Where would I be without you
my world would be a twisting labyrinth
but deep down I know I'm stronger than this
through your belief I found my strength
poem by Caroline Guedes
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Made To Lie
It's late again
Across the bar her night just began
Her search will end
She spots her tonight friend, but then
She's been made to lie
She's out of the airwaves and into the spotlight
She can't make it right
There's got to be some way to bring back her first sight
She woke up alone
While he slept she took off for home
Left a note by the phone
No number or name to be shown, but then
She's been made to lie
She's out of the airwaves and into the spotlight
She can't make it right
There's got to be some way to bring back her first sight
Day to night
Never ending fight
Trapped forever alone
She's been made to lie
She's out of the airwaves and into the spotlight
She can't make it right
There's got to be some way to bring back her first sight
song performed by by Default
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Roadside Service
another tree with the bark ripped off
a mound of flowers, a wooden cross
a soccer ball, a teddy bear
the burnt remains of a safety flare
a set of skid marks, torn up grass
an oil stain, some shattered glass
friends all gather at the sight
holding candles, burning bright
try to figure what went wrong
break into his favorite song
remember stories through the years
some bring laughter, most bring tears
reminisce about a friend that’s gone
who wasn’t on this earth that long
someone’s brother, someone’s son
why did he have to die so young?
we’ll never drive by here again
not without remembering
poem by Charlie Parant
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The Sunset Thoughts Of A Dying Child
Friends! do you see in yon sunset sky,
That cloud of crimson bright?
Soon will its gorgeous colors die
In coming dim twilight;
E’en now it fadeth ray by ray—
Like it I too shall pass away!
Look on yon fragile summer flower
Yielding its sweet perfume;
Soon shall it have lived out its hour,
Its beauty and its bloom:
Trampled, ’twill perish in the shade—
Alas! as quickly shall I fade.
Mark you yon planet gleaming clear
With steadfast, gentle light,
See, heavy dark clouds hovering near,
Have veiled its radiance bright—
As you vainly search that gloomy spot,
You’ll look for me and find me not!
Turn now to yonder sparkling stream,
Where silver ripples play;
Dancing within the moon’s pale beam—
Ah! short will be their stay,
They break and die upon the shore—
Like them I soon shall be no more!
Yes! emblems meet of my career,
Are ripple, cloud, and flower;
Fated like me to linger here,
But for a brief, bright hour—
And then, alas! to yield my place;
And leave, perchance, on earth no trace!
No trace, my friends, save in your hearts,
That pure and sacred shrine—
Where, ’spite life’s thousand cares and arts,
A place shall yet be mine;
And love as deep as that of yore—
Though on this earth we meet no more!
poem by Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
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Glory for the Light!
All human beings are like grass
And all their glory is like wild flowers
The grass withers and the flowers fall
But the word of the Lord remains forever
The Lord said to my Lord
‘sit here at my right side
Until I put your enemies under your feet’
This is the message from the one
I wish that this war will be the last war
They will be like angels and cannot die
The children of God
Because they have risen from death
Remain yours
Look!
Sun will grow dark
The moon will no longer shine
The star will fall from heaven
But the light will be among you a little longer
Continue your way while you have the light!
So that the darkness will not come upon you
For the one who walks in the dark
Does not know where he is going
Glory for the light!
from devil
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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