Never take a solemn oath. People think you mean it.
quote by Norman Douglas
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Believe In My Oath
Believe in my oath,
I do not pine away in the pangs of separation,
My lashes are not yet damp,
No one is between except ourselves.
Believe in my oath,
Inhabitants of the world
Do not have the strength to impede us
While moving ahead on the path of love.
I lived the moments of my past life,
Only tossing and panting for you;
But believe in my oath,
My fervour for you is not the same.
What is hidden in the sleeves,
You can not behold, believe in my oath,
The flag of compromise I do not hold in hand
I have even forgotten your name,
If you are faithless, believe in my oath,
I am not faithful too.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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The oath of renunciation and allegiance is a solemn vow taken by thousands of immigrants each year to become a United States citizen. The oath is the fundamental statement of allegiance to the United States, and this allegiance is what unites America.
Abbey
Komfo Anokye,
To the grand durber of the chiefs and the people of my hometown;
But, i am the 'Abusuapanyin' in this town to tell you a story.
Swearing the Great Oath is like the wary of the women,
But riding in palanquins will make it a difference!
And like Abbey my friend who is just in town.
Komfo Anokye,
Drumming and dancing galvanises one's culture;
But, do put forward the agenda of love to all mankind.
Like the Oath of allegiance,
Like the Oath on your love,
And like the Oath of of peace;
For the 'Omanhene' reflects on 'Komfo Anokye' at times.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Time Of The Oath
(m - grapow, l - deris)
In a circle of fire
On a cold winter night
I spoke out my desire
Made a promise
I couldnt hide, no!
In a dream
He came along and told me
Your time has come
Your mind belongs to me
Its the time of the oath
The time of the oath
My sweetest memories
Die in the cold
Its the time of the oath
See me couvered
With sadness
And Ill soon wish to die
When the overcoming madness
Is eating up my mind
Here and now
I look back at a good time
No more lie
I slowly say god- bye
Its the time of the oath
The time of the oath
My sweetest memories
Die in the cold
Its the time of the oath
song performed by by Helloween
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Tonight - by taking this solemn oath - I am no longer a private citizen but the Mayor of the City of Chicago.
quote by Jane Byrne
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Commitment
Commitment is
An oath one makes
After reaching the deciding factor
That it takes, what it takes
Whether the oath brings the world's
approval or acknowledgement or not
It's all real
Completely genuine
Not at all fake
100% of
total effort
Is what most people desires
For life requires,
tenacity is also
what it takes
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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Solemn Truth
It's a sad solemn truth
This sad solemn lie.
Just taken from our youth
Was it worth it to try?
We can precieve what we need.
If what we want doesn't get in our way.
But it always will, always will.
It's a sad solemn truth
This sad solemn life
Just taken from our world
Was it worth the strife?
We can precieve what's believed.
Or you can read into this solemn life
But you never will, never will...
poem by Moth Harris
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Now that time flies past
Now that time flies past
this will be seen
as Afrikaner history
and people will say
that it is past
but we know
he was jailed
like a criminal,
was later Prime Minister
and then President
(and it’s not Nelson Mandela
that I am talking about)
this man was a true Afrikaner
and seen by some
as a patriot
Maybe planted bombs
to blow up railway lines
and held a gun in his hand,
seen at a time
by white people
as a terrorist
and was jailed for it
but wasn’t a killer
like the terrorists of today
and later
he could take
the Big Black Book
in his hand
and on it make a solemn oath
before the Lord
and try to keep his promise,
until the big crocodile
snapped him in two
and walked into his shoes
and the total onslaught came
and eland armoured cars, later ratels,
artillery and rocket launching lorries
stood in Angola
to hit the communists
into pieces.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Snake; an oracle of oath
The godless men worship the snake
The godless men take oath in name of snake
And the curse comes upon wrongdoer
The godless men take oath in the name of snake
And blessing rains upon the innocent
The godless men take oath in the name of snake
And snake bitten dead the lair
And snake spare life of the truer
Despite snake answers to godless men
No votive or thank given to snake, the god
So the stopped the men to swear
By it name, snake said men used
Thunder and fire for swearing instead of it name
As snake disowned the godless men
Hex fallen upon
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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It is not the oath that makes us believe the man, but the man the oath.
Lying under oath, and encouraging lies under oath, does go to the very heart and soul of what courts do. If we say we don't care, let's forget about courts, and we'll just have other ways of figuring out how to handle disputes.
quote by Kenneth Starr
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Helena: Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh.
line from A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act III, Scene 2, script by William Shakespeare (1595)
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I took an oath to protect the people of Arizona, and that's what I'm going to do. I'm going to keep pushing in that direction.
quote by Jan Brewer
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Entangled
We sit on a moonlit shore
or watch fireflies in the night.
Our hearts become entangled
by the romance in the air.
A kiss of innocence
can lead us anywhere.
We hold each other’s hand
under the heaven of stars
and coo softly sweet words
of love in each other’s ear.
The night beckons us on
to stroll through its fanfare
as we swear our solemn oath
that we will never part
from this night in loves light.
Except at the birth of dawn
when our fingertip experience
our evenings last touch
and from one another,
we are again gone.
14 January 2009
poem by David Harris
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If it was about lying under oath - we actually know that Clinton certainly was deceptive, as most people would be about their sex lives - but, in fact, he did not lie.
quote by Paul Begala
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Passion Gone Marriage
Two strangers passing in the night
Still in love, can this be right?
Kind words spoken, an I love you
Her sad and lonely, if only he knew
Their love bound together
She would leave him, never
Consumed by work, is it really worth it?
He's such a kind man, she will never split
Bound together by hearts and bands of gold
They hold on to forever till they grow old
Her insecurities and his passion to get ahead
They stay solemn to their oath till one is dead!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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Sonnet XXIII
What good is it to me that once you praised
The golden splendour of my plaited hair,
Or that to two bright Suns you would compare
The beauty of my eyes, from which Love gazed
And shot the cruel darts so expertly ?
Where are you now, tears that so quickly dried ?
Or death, which was to prove you would abide
By oath of love and solemn loyalty ?
Or did you seek from malice to delude,
Slavery by pretending servitude ?
Forgive the thought, this once, my dearest one,
When grief and anger fiercely combine;
I know, wherever you may have gone,
Your martyrdom is as harsh as mine.
poem by Louise Labe
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John Barleycorn: A Ballad
There was three kings unto the east,
Three kings both great and high,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn should die.
They took a plough and plough'd him down,
Put clods upon his head,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn was dead.
But the cheerful Spring came kindly on,
And show'rs began to fall;
John Barleycorn got up again,
And sore surpris'd them all.
The sultry suns of Summer came,
And he grew thick and strong;
His head weel arm'd wi' pointed spears,
That no one should him wrong.
The sober Autumn enter'd mild,
When he grew wan and pale;
His bending joints and drooping head
Show'd he bagan to fail.
His colour sicken'd more and more,
He faded into age;
And then his enemies began
To show their deadly rage.
They've taen a weapon, long and sharp,
And cut him by the knee;
Then tied him fast upon a cart,
Like a rogue for forgerie.
They laid him down upon his back,
And cudgell'd him full sore;
They hung him up before the storm,
And turn'd him o'er and o'er.
They filled up a darksome pit
With water to the brim;
They heaved in John Barleycorn,
There let him sink or swim.
They laid him out upon the floor,
To work him further woe;
And still, as signs of life appear'd,
They toss'd him to and fro.
They wasted, o'er a scorching flame,
The marrow of his bones;
But a miller us'd him worst of all,
For he crush'd him between two stones.
And they hae taen his very heart's blood,
And drank it round and round;
And still the more and more they drank,
Their joy did more abound.
John Barleycorn was a hero bold,
Of noble enterprise;
For if you do but taste his blood,
'Twill make your courage rise.
'Twill make a man forget his woe;
'Twill heighten all his joy;
'Twill make the widow's heart to sing,
Tho' the tear were in her eye.
Then let us toast John Barleycorn,
Each man a glass in hand;
And may his great posterity
Ne'er fail in old Scotland!
poem by Robert Burns
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There Is a Solemn Wind Tonight
There is a solemn wind to-night
That sings of solemn rain;
The trees that have been quiet so long
Flutter and start again.
The slender trees, the heavy trees,
The fruit trees laden and proud,
Lift up their branches to the wind
That cries to them so loud.
The little bushes and the plants
Bow to the solemn sound,
And every tiniest blade of grass
Shakes on the quiet ground.
poem by Katherine Mansfield
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John Barleycorn
There was three kings into the east,
Three kings both great and high,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn should die.
They took a plough and plough'd him down,
Put clods upon his head,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn was dead.
But the cheerful Spring came kindly on,
And show'rs began to fall;
John Barleycorn got up again,
And sore surpris'd them all.
The sultry suns of Summer came,
And he grew thick and strong;
His head weel arm'd wi' pointed spears,
That no one should him wrong.
The sober Autumn enter'd mild,
When he grew wan and pale;
His bending joints and drooping head
Show'd he began to fail.
His colour sicken'd more and more,
He faded into age;
And then his enemies began
To show their deadly rage.
They've taen a weapon, long and sharp,
And cut him by the knee;
Then tied him fast upon a cart,
Like a rogue for forgerie.
They laid him down upon his back,
And cudgell'd him full sore;
They hung him up before the storm,
And turned him o'er and o'er.
They filled up a darksome pit
With water to the brim;
They heaved in John Barleycorn,
There let him sink or swim.
They laid him out upon the floor,
To work him farther woe;
And still, as signs of life appear'd,
They toss'd him to and fro.
They wasted, o'er a scorching flame,
The marrow of his bones;
But a miller us'd him worst of all,
For he crush'd him between two stones.
And they hae taen his very heart's blood,
And drank it round and round;
And still the more and more they drank,
Their joy did more abound.
John Barleycorn was a hero bold,
Of noble enterprise;
For if you do but taste his blood,
'Twill make your courage rise.
'Twill make a man forget his woe;
'Twill heighten all his joy;
'Twill make the widow's heart to sing,
Tho' the tear were in her eye.
Then let us toast John Barleycorn,
Each man a glass in hand;
And may his great posterity
Ne'er fail in old Scotland!
poem by Robert Burns (1782)
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