You're presuming too much by using the word legacy - presuming that someone is going to care.
quote by Michael Bolton
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I believe we must seek God's will, never presuming to identify it with our own program or power.
quote by David E. Price
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She said it had been hijacked shortly after takeoff. By this time, the plane had been in the air - again, I'm presuming that it took off on time - for over an hour.
True wisdom is less presuming than folly. The wise man doubteth often, and changeth his mind the fool is obstinate, and doubteth not he knoweth all things but his own ignorance.
True wisdom is less presuming than folly. The wise man doubteth often, and changeth his mind; the fool is obstinate, and doubteth not; he knoweth all things but his own ignorance.
The character of instrumental music... lets the emotions radiate and shine in their own character without presuming to display them as real or imaginary representations.
quote by Franz Liszt
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Spiderwebs
You think that we connect
That the chemistry's correct
Your words walk right through my ears
Presuming I likn what I hear
And now I'm stuck in the
The web you're spinning
You've got me for you prey
(Yeah) Sorry I'm not home right now
I'm walking into spiderwebs
So leave a message
And I'll call you back
A likely story
song performed by by No Doubt from Tragic Kingdom
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When someone who is known for being comedic does something straight, it's always "a big breakthrough" or a "radical departure". Why is it no one ever says that if a straight actor does comedy? Are they presuming comedy is easier?
quote by Carol Burnett
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Upon the subject of education, not presuming to dictate any plan or system respecting it, I can only say that I view it as the most important subject which we as a people may be engaged in. That everyone may receive at least a moderate education appears to be an objective of vital importance.
quote by Abraham Lincoln
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Experience is the Angled Road
910
Experience is the Angled Road
Preferred against the Mind
By—Paradox—the Mind itself—
Presuming it to lead
Quite Opposite—How Complicate
The Discipline of Man—
Compelling Him to Choose Himself
His Preappointed Pain—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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To Young To Die
Everybody
Don't want no war,
'Cos we're too young to die,
So many people,
All around the world,
Seen their brothers fry.
What's the motive?
In your madness.
You've made my people cry.
So politicians this time
Keep your distance.
'Cos we're too young to die.
You know we're too young to die,
You know we're too young to die,
You know we're too young to die,
You know we're too young to die,
What's the answer?
To our problems.
I think we've gone too high,
Little children,
Never said a word now,
But still they have to die.
It won't be long.
Dancing like we do now,
To put this sad world right.
So don't you worry,
Suffer no more,
'Cos we're too young to die.
You know we're too young to die,
You know we're too young to die,
You know we're too young to die,
You know we're too young to die,
All gone when they drop the bomb.
Can the politicians reassure?
'Cos here I am presuming that
Nobody wants a war
There's so many people praying
Just to find out if they're staying.
But lately stately governments
And disillusioned leaders,
So full of empty promises
But rarely do they feed us.
Put our backs against the wall,
Or don't we count at all?
Can you decide,
Are you mesmerised.
Do you know which side you're standing?
Cos when it falls gonna take us all.
Gotta know what we're demanding,
I never lie,
Can't your hear the cry,
Coming from on high,
WE'RE TOO YOUNG TO DIE
song performed by by Jamiroquai
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Continuation
Thinking about you consumes my day
and when the day passes me by
thinking about you consumes my night
as in my bed I lie.
Dreaming about you intrudes on my day
and then when day is done
dreaming about you intrudes on my night
and I end up the way I'd begun.
You, you, you are all consuming
and I, I, I'm presuming
that it will start again
on my very next day.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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By the Fruit You Will Know Them
By the fruit you will know them
Not by the pious labels worn
For actions and words confirm
If a man has been truly reborn.
Labels do not mean anything
When inside content does not match
So never go on with presuming
What you see is true, just watch.
People can carry many labels
Wear masks of odd pretensions
The heart will always show and tell
What's their true spiritual condition.
When the LORD Jesus comes in the end
Each man will be weighed in true Justice
For God knows the ones to whom He will send
Into the punishment of that fiery abyss.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Thoughts
OF ownership--As if one fit to own things could not at pleasure enter
upon all, and incorporate them into himself or herself.
Of waters, forests, hills;
Of the earth at large, whispering through medium of me;
Of vista--Suppose some sight in arriere, through the formative chaos,
presuming the growth, fulness, life, now attain'd on the
journey;
(But I see the road continued, and the journey ever continued;)
--Of what was once lacking on earth, and in due time has become
supplied--And of what will yet be supplied,
Because all I see and know, I believe to have purport in what will
yet be supplied.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Gone For Ever
O happy rosebud blooming
Upon thy parent tree,
Nay, thou art too presuming
For soon the earth entombing
Thy faded charms shall be,
And the chill damp consuming.
O happy skylark springing
Up to the broad blue sky,
Too fearless in thy winging,
Too gladsome in thy singing,
Thou also soon shalt lie
Where no sweet notes are ringing.
And through life's shine and shower
We shall have joy and pain;
But in the summer bower,
And at the morning hour,
We still shall look in vain
For the same bird and flower.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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By The Sea
I started early, took my dog,
And visited the sea;
The mermaids in the basement
Came out to look at me.
And frigates in the upper floor
Extended hempen hands,
Presuming me to be a mouse
Aground, upon the sands.
But no man moved me till the tide
Went past my simple shoe,
And past my apron and my belt,
And past my bodice too,
And made as he would eat me up
As wholly as a dew
Upon a dandelion's sleeve -
And then I started too.
And he - he followed close behind;
I felt his silver heel
Upon my ankle, - then my shoes
Would overflow with pearl.
Until we met the solid town,
No man he seemed to know;
And bowing with a mighty look
At me, the sea withdrew.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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I started Early - Took my Dog
I started Early - Took my Dog -
And visited the Sea -
The Mermaids in the Basement
Came out to look at me -
And Frigates - in the Upper Floor
Extended Hempen Hands -
Presuming Me to be a Mouse -
Aground - upon the Sands -
But no Man moved Me - till the Tide
Went past my simple Shoe -
And past my Apron - and my Belt
And past my Bodice - too -
And made as He would eat me up -
As wholly as a Dew
Upon a Dandelion's Sleeve -
And then - I started - too -
And He - He followed - close behind -
I felt His Silver Heel
Upon my Ankle - Then my Shoes
Would overflow with Pearl -
Until We met the Solid Town -
No One He seemed to know -
And bowing - with a Mighty look -
At me - The Sea withdrew -
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Sonnet: Man Must Be Wise
Man thinks he is cleverer than his God!
Good deeds he does and commits too grave sins;
Presuming time will be offered by lord,
And the devils’ fight he can finally win.
Our God is so kind but He is Master;
He knows our heart’s depths and every small thought;
Much more than any man, God thinks faster;
Man can’t cheat God and to know this, he ought.
Our lifetime though long, yet appears so short;
Already some men live on borrowed time;
Till old age sets, his sins, man cannot cart
Man should repent fast to make life sublime.
Who knows purgatory still awaits some men;
’Tis wise to suffer here; go to Heaven.
poem by John Celes
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An Unusual Kiss
it's 1:25 a.m. i think i've seen that look somewhere before
1:25 a.m. i thought you were headed for the door
then something touched my skin
i wont ask you to leave here any more
was it talk or the drink or the dance that led to this
was i so naive presuming the innocence
well its 1:54 and it's such an unusual kiss
CHORUS:
come on come on come on
over and over
come on come on come on
we all wanted this
come on come on come on
over and over
its such an unusual kiss
the smell the taste the touch is so brand new
the thrill of the eyes that capture this forbidden view
its 2:45 and you'll have some explaining to do
it's 3:17 a.m. please let me into you eyes
it's 4:23 i try to hold on as you rise
i'll give you all that i have if thats what you want me to try
CHORUS
its 5:26 a.m. i've got nothing left that i can say
5:26 a.m. black and white has melted into grey
my baby draws the shades as the taxi pulls away
CHORUS
song performed by by Melissa Etheridge
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Sonnet XXXV: And Yet I Cannot
And yet I cannot reprehend the flight,
Or blame th'attempt presuming so to soar;
The mounting venture for a high delight
Did make the honor of the fall the more.
For who gets wealth that puts not from the shore?
Danger hath honor, great designs their fame,
Glory doth follow, courage goes before.
And though th'event oft answers not the same,
Suffice that high attempts have never shame.
The mean observer (whom base Safety keeps),
Lives without honor, dies without a name,
And in eternal darkness ever sleeps.
And therefore, Delia, 'tis to me no blot
To have attempted, though attain'd thee not.
poem by Samuel Daniel
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Thanks For The Thanks, But No Thanks
Altruistically assisting
Presuming I do help,
To bring us into surplus
Before the month runs out,
Fiscal obliteration
Resounds inside of thee
Transubstantiation
Your wealth relies on me...
Thanks for the thanks, but no thanks
Gratitude should be sincere.
Exhalation of your worries
As you offer up your hand,
“Thank you! For doing this!
You know you are the man? ”
A petulant retreat
To avoid transparency,
Of tearing inner conflict
Nearing calamity...
Thanks for the thanks, but no thanks
Indebted shamelessly!
Requesting more of I
Then I really have to give,
It’s just a job to me
But the future for your kids,
Insightfully placated
Accepting honour-bound,
Words of praise and thanks
Opinion turned around...
Thanks for the thanks, but no thanks
Understanding’s now austere.
Thanks for the thanks, its worth more
Then money, sweat and tears.
19/6/09 Ado
poem by Adam Parker
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