On Mr. Gay
Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild;
In Wit, a Man; Simplicity, a Child:
With native Humour temp'ring virtuous Rage,
Form'd to delight at once and lash the age:
Above Temptation, in a low Estate, 5
And uncorrupted, ev'n among the Great:
A safe Companion, and an easy Friend,
Unblam'd thro' Life, lamented in thy End.
These are Thy Honours! not that here thy Bust
Is mix'd with Heroes, or with Kings thy dust; 10
But that the Worthy and the Good shall say,
Striking their pensive bosoms-
Here
lies GAY.
poem by Alexander Pope
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Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild; In Wit a man; Simplicity, a child.
quote by Alexander Pope
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Time For Temptation
Time for temptation, what you see is there for you
Time for temptation, no damnation for what you do
(good, good, good, good temptation)
Why you chasing a lost religion of guilty feelings
-that belong in yesterday?
Spy the preachers a politician, he carries the cross like a gun
- whip you into shape
Heres the rub, now, no secret hours locked in the backroom if you
- come together right
Check your vision and push it out there
- you make the question, define what its all about
(chorus)
(oh) oh...
With chains or heaven across your shoulder,
A slave for promotion to the afterlife
The boss gets fat while you just get older, here comes a mission
- set to put you right
Time for temptation, what you see is there for you
Time for temptation, no damnation for what you do - oh
Time for temptation, what you see is there for you
Time for temptation, no damnation for what you do
(no damnation...)
Time for temptation, what you see is there for you
Time for temptation, no damnation for what you do - oh
Time for temptation, what you see is there for you
Time for temptation, no damnation for what you do - oh
Time for temptation, what you see is there for you
(good, good, good, good temptation)
Time for temptation, no damnation for what you do
(good, good, good, good temptation)
Time for temptation, what you see is there for you
(good, good, good, good temptation)
Time for temptation, no damnation for what you do
(good, good, good, good temptation)
Time for temptation
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Oh For the Swords of Former Time
Oh for the swords of former time!
Oh for the men who bore them,
When, arm'd for Right, they stood sublime,
And tyrants crouch'd before them:
When free yet, ere courts began
With honours to enslave him,
The best honours worn by Man
Were those which Virtue gave him.
Oh for the swords, etc., etc.
Oh for the Kings who flourish'd then!
Oh for the pomp that crown'd them,
When hearts and hands of freeborn men
Were all the ramparts round them.
When, safe built on bosoms true,
The throne was but the centre,
Round which Love a circle drew
That Treason durst not enter.
Oh, for the Kings who flourish'd then!
Oh for the pomp that crown'd them,
When hearts and hands of freeborn men
Were all the ramparts round them!
poem by Thomas Moore
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Regrets I Do Not Keep
Loosing your innocence is easy,
Like lying to your mom about having another cookie,
Doing something you'll regret, is easy.
Sometimes you have something so great,
And you don't know how important it is,
you don't see it's worth until it's too late,
You don't hold it to your heart, you don't keep it safe,
And then you lose it, and you see, it was great.
Falling to a higher power of want is so easy,
Like waving at a stranger in a car you pass on your way to work,
Becoming a victim to sin and temptation is easy.
So many things in life are given to you to keep,
And some of them you could never give up,
Like the right to show your feelings, the right to smile, to weep,
And these things you take as a given, yet they are truly a gift.
And some of these gifts we treat like nothing, some we do not keep.
Becoming and doing something you would never become or do is easy,
Like doing something before you think,
Falling into the hole of regret is easy.
In life you must live for what you have, not the past.
You must realize what you did and notice how it hurt you so,
But never regret what you have done, for that shall only form a cast,
A cast of what you were, one that keeps you still in a solid state,
You must learn; never live in the past.
I believe in the past, yet it is the present I keep,
I move on past things i have done, I do not look back,
For these regrets, I do not keep.
by: Bethany M.
April 16,2009
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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My Friend Is Gone
Delivered by two mothers
Ordained to be siaseme twins
Co-joined perchance at nymphs
Cleaving together like the unbroken cords
We climbed moutains together
Taking giant steps to greatness.
We paddled the same canoe
Through the murky waters.
Our dreams were the same,
Our aspirations were inseparable.
Consistently we washed each others back.
What a great companion.
Why do you suddenly eclipsed?
Why embarking on a journey of no return?
Why translating into the celestial
When there are more to be done here?
Why did you depart unannounced?
In order to dine with with the cherubims?
Why not wishing me bye?
You were my great companion
A worthy friend indeed.
Adieu, my worthy friend.
(IN MEMORY OF SAMUEL ADEBANJI OJO ALADESUYI)
poem by Babatunde Aremu
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Temptation Is A Gun
By gregg allman, cain, schon
Copyright 1994 sony music entertainment, inc.
Transcribed by ed luskey
Like the hopeful dreams of many, he had everything and more,
A lovely wife and children, all the things worth fighting for.
He knows, there was still, still, something missing in his life.
Though he promised to be faithful, he was good at telling lies.
He had an eye for young girls, he would steal some on the side.
Oh no, he just could not be satisfied.
Its a game of all or nothing, there is nowhere safe to run,
Someone might just pull the trigger, cause temptation is a gun.
He met her at a night club, on the other side of town.
Somehow he could not resist her, shes the best hed ever found.
She knows, she found her ticket to the other side.
Its a game of all or nothing, there is nowhere safe to run,
Someone might just pull the trigger, cause temptation is a gun.
His foolish ways seem harmless, but his world was so divine,
Cause at home they know his secrets, theyve heard all his alibis.
As he tries to face his feelings, he cant justify his crimes,
Now comes the final ending, of the dreams he once held sacred deep inside.
He can kiss it all good-bye.
Its a game of all or nothing, there is nowhere safe to run,
Someone might just pull the trigger, cause temptation is a gun.
Oh, ummmm, ya baby, ahhhh temptation is a gun.
Temptation is a gun, all or nothing, all or nothing.
song performed by by Allman Brothers Band
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Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
poem by Dylan Thomas
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You Temp Me so
You temp me so to change my ways,
like a leaf true does change color.
But also they do fall away,
so the tree can bloom another.
You temp me so to change my ways,
like a rock the flow of streams.
But without the nourishment of rain,
becomes the driest of all things.
You temp me so to change my ways,
like the circle of the wind.
Never knowing where it starts,
or where its breeze will end.
You temp me so to change my ways,
to your lover from your friend.
These are the hardest words to say,
you temp me so to change my ways.
poem by Ken Bennight
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Nothing which is true or beautiful or good makes complete sense in any immediate context of history; therefore we must be saved by faith. Nothing we do, however virtuous, can be accomplished alone; therefore we are saved by love. No virtuous act is quite as virtuous from the standpoint of our friend or foe as it is from our standpoint. Therefore we must be saved by the final form of love which is forgiveness.
quote by Reinhold Niebuhr
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All the dark, malevolent Passions of the Soul are roused and exerted; its mild and amiable affections are suppressed; and with them, virtuous Principles are laid prostrate.
quote by Charles Inglis
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Gravel On The Ground
(HuppMorrison)
If our lives could lie before us like a straight and narrow highway
so that we could see forever, long before we took the ride,
we would never look to heaven, make a wish or climb a mountain,
'cause we'd always know the answer what's on the other side.
But life ain't no easy freeway, just some gravel on the ground.
You pay for every mile you go to spread some dust around.
But we all have destinations, and the dust will settle down,
this life ain't no easy freeway, just some gravel on the ground.
So let's walk the road together, who knows what we'll find tomorrow.
Maybe good times, maybe sorrow will be waiting round the bend
Given time, two hearts discover what they're feeling for each other.
At the best we'll end up lovers, at the least we'll make a friend.
But life ain't no easy freeway, just some gravel on the ground.
You pay for every mile you go to spread some dust around.
But we all have destinations, and the dust will settle down,
But life ain't no easy freeway, just some gravel on the ground.
You pay for every mile you go to spread some dust around.
But we all have destinations, and the dust will settle down,
this life ain't no easy freeway, just some gravel on the ground.
song performed by by John Denver
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The Emigrant
FAREWELL, ah, happy shades! ah, scenes belov'd,
Of infant sports and bright unclouded hours!
Where oft in childhood's happy days I rov'd,
Thro' forest-walks, and wild secluded bow'rs!
Far from your woods, and sweet romantic glades,
A wand'ring emigrant I'm doom'd to roam,
Yet oft will memory, ling'ring in your shades,
Recal the dear, regretted charms of home!
Her magic pencil oft shall fondly trace
The mournful pictures of departed joy;
To ev'ry image give a pensive grace,
Which time may soften—but can ne'er destroy.
Ah! scenes belov'd! again delightful spring
In vernal beauty decks your smiling vales;
With balmy odour scents the zephyr's wing,
And wafts from heav'n the soft Favonian gales.
With transport once, to hail her blest return,
I tun'd my artless reed, my numbers wild,
Then all was new in life's bewitching morn,
And hope—ah, fair enchantress! gaily smil'd.
Oh! then, what airy visions of delight,
Beguil'd my youthful heart in ev'ry grove;
Deluding fancy pictur'd to my sight
The fairy-land of happiness and love!
But now, for me in vain the flow'rs expand,
And leaves unfolding, dress the woods anew;
I go, a wanderer, to some distant land,
And bid my native hills—a last adieu!
Farewell the hermit-cell, the lov'd retreat,
The cottage mantled o'er with clustering vine;
Where mild content had found a tranquil seat,
And peace and calm domestic joys were mine.
Dear, lovely scenes! how oft, at dawn of day,
My pipe has wak'd your mountain-echoes sound;
How oft at evening's hour I lov'd to stray,
Beside the river's bank, with osiers crown'd.
Ye woodland-streams, ye peaceful, happy shades,
Oft on your charms will pensive memory dwell;
Ah, native vales! ah, sweet embow'ring glades,
Scenes of my early youth!—a last farewell!
poem by Felicia Dorothea Hemans
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Evelyn
Meaning……..Hazelnut.
Orign………..English.
Heb rew ……Life
Form of….Aveline
Scripture…Proverbs 31-10.
Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.
Mum and I remember always our sweetheart,
We have a love for her that never departs.
Her name means in Hebrew life,
And that she is as mother and wife.
You entered our lives with a gentle light,
You have become a woman gentle and polite.
A nest you have created for those of yours,
You have nursed their illnesses and sores.
As a child you nursed your poor sick Dad.
With his pretend sickness, so bad.
You wrapped and bandaged where it hurt,
And may have made a poultice of dirt and grass.
You married a man whose heart is the Lords,
As a pair created a nest worthy of rewards.
The quality of any couple depends on the pairing,
You have created a life well worth the sharing.
I have no you'll continue to follow under Jesus direction,
And make the scriptures be your map when recollection.
You are already a woman with virtuosity,
Hold fast to it, culture it with ferocity.
(Childhood poems) The soul of the world
The child is
the soul of the world
On the continued good life
of the infant lies
The salvation of the world
The well cared for child is
the safe haven of the universe
On life's continued survival
Hangs the crucial safe
upbringing of the unmolested child
The child is the Heaven of the earth
the baby cannot grow up to be
The man or the woman who wins
despite the obstacles where
The world is polluted by tribal
chauvinism and ethnic madness
And the stockpiling of the weapons
of mass destruction and the flourishing
Of mercenary bandits and killer squads
The child is the rock of our spiritual
happiness and our mental health
Make the world safe for the child
and you will see the earth grow
And love and prosper better and faster
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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Psalm 64
Hear my cry O God
Hold me in thy arms
Hear my cry O God
Protect me from all harm
They seek to kill me Lord
Pull back your bow
They seek to kill me Lord
May it not be so
Let your arrows fly
Keep me safe at night
Let your arrows fly
Move with all your might
You are the King of Kings
I am your child
You are the Lord of Lords
Loving, gentle, mild
poem by Frank McEleny
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Wonderland Of Love
(Curtis Wayne)
What kind of world would it be
For you without me
Would you think it a better world
Or would you be lonely
And if your love for me shall die
Would you even say good bye
Or would you just walk away
Into the dark of night
Sometimes I need insurance of your love
For you soft and gentle touch
All the kings are worthy none
And at these times you take me by the hand
And like a child you lead me through
A wonderland of love
LIfe I can't visualize
Without you by my side
Life would be meaningless
Likse some of those sky's
Thou you show me everyday
Your love in every way
I'm afraid it's all a dream
That'll favor your way
Wonderland of love
song performed by by George Strait
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The Soldier
He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,
That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,
But still lies pointed as it ploughed the dust.
If we who sight along it round the world,
See nothing worthy to have been its mark,
It is because like men we look too near,
Forgetting that as fitted to the sphere,
Our missiles always make too short an arc.
They fall, they rip the grass, they intersect
The curve of earth, and striking, break their own;
They make us cringe for metal-point on stone.
But this we know, the obstacle that checked
And tripped the body, shot the spirit on
Further than target ever showed or shone.
poem by Robert Frost
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A Soldier
He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,
That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,
But still lies pointed as it plowed the dust.
If we who sight along it round the world,
See nothing worthy to have been its mark,
It is because like men we look too near,
Forgetting that as fitted to the sphere,
Our missiles always make too short an arc.
They fall, they rip the grass, they intersect
The curve of earth, and striking, break their own;
They make us cringe for metal-point on stone.
But this we know, the obstacle that checked
And tripped the body, shot the spirit on
Further than target ever showed or shone.
poem by Robert Frost
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Vale
So ends a life, lived to the full alway,
Thro' peace, thro' war, thro' honored peace again,
From youth unto the closing of his day
Lived simply. Yet a giant among men
Today steals quietly to seek his rest
As quietly he lived, yet none his peer.
In service of his land he gave his best
And, in simplicity, found greatness here.
Seeking no honour but his country's thanks,
No man among us won a place more high.
Comrade and leader where the myriad ranks
Stand now with bended heads as John goes by.
Ever a man, a soldier and a friend
In every heart some echo of the knell
That marks his passing throbs for this great end,
Saying in requiem, 'Pass, John, all is well.'
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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On a certain Lady at Court
I know the thing that's most uncommon;
(Envy be silent and attend!)
I know a Reasonable Woman,
Handsome and witty, yet a Friend.
Not warp'd by Passion, aw'd by Rumour,
Not grave thro' Pride, or gay thro' Folly,
An equal Mixture of good Humour,
And sensible soft Melancholy.
`Has she no Faults then (Envy says) Sir?'
Yes she has one, I must aver:
When all the World comspires to praise her,
The Woman's deaf, and does not hear.
poem by Alexander Pope
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