An Inscription
A conqueror as provident as brave,
He robbed the cradle to supply the grave.
His reign laid quantities of human dust:
He fell upon the just and the unjust.
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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An Inscription (For A Statue Of Napoleon, At West Point)
A famous conqueror, in battle brave,
Who robbed the cradle to supply the grave.
His reign laid quantities of human dust:
He fell upon the just and the unjust.
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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The Ballad Of Jesse James
Jesse james was a man
And he killed many men
He robbed the glendale train
And he took from the richer
And he gave that to the poorer
Hed a hand and a heart and a brain
Oh jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
Three children they were so brave
But that dirty little coward
That shot mr. howard
Has laid jesse james in his grave
(instrumental)
On wednesday night
When the moon was shining bright
They robbed that glendale train
And the folks from miles about (yeah they can)
They all said without a doubt
It was done by her frankie and jesse james (yes it was)
Oh jessie had a wife, to mourn for his life
Three children they were so brave
But that dirty little coward
That shot mr. howard
Has laid (poor) jesse james in his grave
(instrumental)
Well the people held their breath
When they heard about jesses death (yeah)
And they wondered how poor jesse came to die (how did he die? )
It was one of his guys, called little robert ford
And he shot jessie james on the sly
Oh jessie had a wife to mourn for his life
Three children they were so brave
But that dirty little coward
That shot mr. howard
Has laid jesse james in his grave
Has laid poor jesse in his grave
He laid jesse james in his grave
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Jesse James
Jesse James was a lad who killed many a man.
He robbed the Glendale train.
He stole from the rich and he gave to the poor,
He’d a hand and a heart and a brain.
Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life,
Three children, they were brave,
But that dirty little coward that shot Mister Howard,
Has laid Jesse James in his grave.
It was Robert Ford, that dirty little coward,
I wonder how he does feel,
For he ate of Jesse’s bread and he slept in Jesse’s bed,
Then he laid Jesse James in his grave.
Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor,
He’d never see a man suffer pain,
And with his brother Frank he robbed the Chicago bank,
And stopped the Glendale train.
It was on a Wednesday night, the moon was shining bright,
He stopped the Glendale train,
And the people all did say for many miles away,
It was robbed by Frank and Jesse James.
It was on a Saturday night, Jesse was at home,
Talking to his family brave,
Robert Ford came along like a thief in the night,
And laid Jesse James in his grave.
The people held their breath when they heard of Jesse’s death,
And wondered how he ever came to die,
It was one of the gang called little Robert Ford,
That shot Jesse James on the sly.
Jesse went to his rest with his hand on his breast,
The devil will be upon his knee,
He was born one day in the county of Clay
And he came from a solitary race.
This song was made by Billy Gashade,
As soon as the news did arrive,
He said there was no man with the law in his hand
Could take Jesse James when alive.
poem by Anonymous Americas
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The Conqueror
He climbs inside the looking glass
And points at anything he hates
He calls to you, hey look out son
Theres a gun theyre pointing at your pretty face
And the heads they are a rolling
Cos the conqueror is on his way
And the justice day is coming
For the conqueror is on his way
Five hundred little women
Are calling at their heros door
Yes, their hero is working overtime
Hes squirming on an empty floor
And the heads they are a rolling
Cos the conqueror is on his way
And the justice day is coming
For the conqueror is on his way
Hes bought the castle on the hill
Hes bought it just to knock it down
The local power shout him down
They say hes just an empty-headed clown
And the heads they are a rolling
Cos the conqueror is on his way
And the justice day is coming
For the conqueror is on his way
Hes busy building monuments
To hide inside his empty grave
You there, can you find some souls
Hes looking for some people to save
And the heads they are a rolling
Cos the conqueror is on his way
And the justice day is coming
For the conqueror is on his way
And the words of love are killing him
The conqueror is on his way
And the words of love were lying on an empty floor
Just in the place where the conqueror lay...
song performed by by Genesis
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Conquerer
He climbs inside the looking glass
And points at anything he hates
He calls to you "Hey look out son
That's a gun they're pointing at your pretty face"
And the heads they are a rolling
Cause the conqueror is on his way
And the justice day is coming
For the conqueror is on his way
Five hundred little women are calling
At their hero's door
Yes, their hero is working overtime
He's squirming on an empty floor
And the heads they are a rolling
Cause the conqueror is on his way
And the justice day is coming
For the conqueror is on his way
He's bought the castle on the hill
He's bought it just to knock it down
The local power shout him down
They say he's just an empty-headed clown
And the heads they are a rolling
Cause the conqueror is on his way
And the justice day is coming
For the conqueror is on his way
He's busy building monuments
To hide inside his empty grave
You there, can you find some souls?
He's looking for some people to save
And the heads they are a rolling
Cause the conqueror is on his way
And the justice day is coming
For the conqueror is on his way
And the words of love are killing him
And the conqueror is on his way
And the words of love were lying on an empty floor
Just in the place where the conqueror lay
song performed by by Genesis
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The Fool By The RoadSide
WHEN all works that have
From cradle run to grave
From grave to cradle run instead;
When thoughts that a fool
Has wound upon a spool
Are but loose thread, are but loose thread;
When cradle and spool are past
And I mere shade at last
Coagulate of stuff
Transparent like the wind,
I think that I may find
A faithful love, a faithful love.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Fields Of The Brave
Sometimes I close my eyes
And picture the plains
I see Buffalo Bill and the Iroquois
Riding again
Open skies, fertile ground
This was heaven on earth
That they found
We got what they gave
By their God we were saved
They were humble not depraved
These streets were afraid of
Once were the fields of the brave
The fields of the brave
Where a Chevrolet rusts
By a closed shopping mall
Can you see through the dust
Where the brave ones stood tall
Buried deep where they fell
They live on in the stories we tell
They got what they gave
By their God they were saved
And I say this as I pray
I cant help but dream of
The days these were fields of the brave
The fields of the brave
After all this time
And the struggles in between
We stand next in line
With the chance we can build on their dreams
In the
Fields of the brave
Fields of the brave
We got what they gave
In the fields of the brave
Let their spirits be saved
And I pray this on their graves
Therell be a return of
The days these were fields of the brave
The fields of the brave
song performed by by Styx
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I also became interested in chemistry and gradually accumulated enough test tubes and other glassware to do chemical experiments, using small quantities of chemicals purchased from a pharmacy supply house.
quote by Sydney Brenner
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All I Want Is You (7" Edit)
You say you want a diamond on a ring of gold
You say you want your story to remain untold
All the promises we made from the
Cradle to the grave
When all I want is you
You say you'll give me a highway with no one on it
Treasure just to look upon it
All the riches in the night
You say you'll give me eyes on a moon of blindness
A river in a time of dryness
A harbour in the tempest
All the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you
You say you want your love to work out right
To last with me through the night
You say you want a diamond on a ring of gold
Your story to remain untold
Your love not to grow cold
All the promises we break from the
Cradle to the grave
When all I want is you
All I want is you
song performed by by U2
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True Love
Farewell, Earl Richard,
Tender and brave;
Kneeling I kiss
The dust from thy grave.
Pray for me, Richard,
Lying alone
With hands pleading earnestly,
All in white stone.
Soon must I leave thee
This sweet summer tide;
That other is waiting
To claim his pale bride.
Soon I’ll return to thee
Hopeful and brave,
When the dead leaves
Blow over thy grave.
Then shall they find me
Close at thy head
Watching or fainting,
Sleeping or dead.
poem by Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal
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Cradle Of Love
Well rock the cradle of love
Rock the cradle of love
Yes the cradle of love dont rock easily its true
Well rock the cradle of love
I rocked the cradle of love
Yes the cradle of love dont rock easily its true
Well now
It burned like a ball of fire
When the rebel took a little child bride
To tease yeah so go easy yeah
Cause love cutts a million ways
Shakes the devil when he missbehaves
I aint nobodys fool
Come on shake it up
Whatever I do
Rock the cradle of love
Rock the cradle of love
Yes the cradle of love dont rock easily its true
Sent from heaven above thats right
To rob the cradle of love
Yes the pages of dont talk decently its true
Yeah flesh for your romeo
Ah yeah baby
I hear you moan
Its easy yknow how to please me yeah
This love starts my rollin train
You cant stop it
It aint in vain
I aint nobodys fool
Come on shake it up
Whatever you do
These are the wages of love
Rock the cradle of love
These are the wages of love
Ooh yeah
Rock the cradle
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Well it burned like a ball of fire
When the rebel took a little child bride
To tease yeah I know how to pleas you yeah
Well my love starts a rollin train
You cant stop it
It aint in vain
I aint nobodys fool
Come on shake it up
Wathever I do
Rock the cradle of love
Rock the cradle of love
Sent from heaven above
Thats right
To rock the cradle of love
Rock the cradle of love
Yeah cradle of love
Thats me mama
I robbed the devil of love
All right
Cradle of love
If you teaze me tonight
If you sleaze me all right
If you appeaze me tonight
And let me ease you
Cradle of love
song performed by by Billy Idol
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All I Want Is You
YOU SAY YOU WANT A DIAMOND ON A RING OF GOLD
YOU SAY YOU WANT YOUR STORY TO REMAIN UNTOLD
ALL THE PROMISES WE MADE
FROM THE CRADLE TO THE GRAVE
WHEN ALL I WANT IS YOU
YOU SAY YOU┬┤LL GIVE ME A HIGHWAY WITH NO ONE ON IT
TREASURE JUST TO LOOK UPON IT
ALL THE RICHES IN THE NIGHT
YOU SAY YOU┬┤LL GIVE ME
EYES ON A MOON OF BLINDNESS
A RIVER IN A TIME OF DRYNESS
A HARBOUR IN THE TEMPEST
ALL THE PROMISES WE MAKE
FROM THE CRADLE TO THE GRAVE
WHEN ALL I WANT IS YOU
YOU SAY YOU WANT YOUR LOVE TO WORK OUT RIGHT
TO LAST WITH ME THROUGH THE NIGHT
YOU SAY YOU WANT A DIAMOND ON A RING OF GOLD
YOUR STORY TO REMAIN UNTOLD
YOUR LOVE NOT TO GROW COLD
ALL THE PROMISES WE BREAK
FROM THE CRADLE TO THE GRAVE
WHEN ALL I WANT IS YOU
ALL I WANT IS YOU
song performed by by U2
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None So Beautiful
Well theres a cross on the hill where the ragweed has grown
Where a mothers young son sleeps all alone
All for the land that he dreamed he could save
Yeah, theres none so beautiful as the brave
Oh, theres a stone in the meadow with all the weight of the world
Where the flowers are watered by the brown eyes of a girl
She cries for the life that her one true love gave
Yeah, theres none so beautiful as the brave
None so beautiful as the boy who cries freedom
None so beautiful as the voice that carries far
None so strong as love beyond all reason that fears no evil
Undaunted by the dark or any wicked mans heart
Oh theres a cross on a hill where no steeple bells ring
A shrine with no name where little children sing to the rhythm that rocks us
From the cradle to the grave
Yeah, theres none so beautiful
Oh, theres none so beautiful
Oh, theres none so beautiful as the brave
Theres none so beautiful as the brave
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Crow On The Cradle
(from the soundtrack to no nukes; peformed live by jackson browne with graham nash & david lindley)
The sheeps in the meadow
The cows in the corn
Now is the time for a child to be born
Hell laugh at the moon
And cry for the sun
And if its a boy hell carry a gun
Sang the crow on the cradle
And if it should be that this babys a girl
Never you mind if her hair doesnt curl
With rings on her fingers
And bells on her toes
And a bomber above her wherever she goes
Sang the crow on the cradle
The crow on the cradle
The black and the white
Somebodys baby is born for a fight
The crow on the cradle
The white and the black
Somebodys baby is not coming back
Sang the crow on the cradle
Your mother and father will sweat and theyll slave
To build you a coffin and dig you a grave
Hush-a-bye little one, never you weep
For weve got a toy that can put you to sleep
Sang the crow on the cradle
Bring me my gun, and Ill shoot that bird dead
Thats what your mother and father once said
The crow on the cradle, what can we do
Ah, this is a thing that Ill leave up to you
Sang the crow on the cradle
Sang the crow on the cradle
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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Don't be sad..
stand up on your feet, taller than ever,
wipe off the dust, cleaner to be brighter,
dust of worries and tortures,
dust of confusion and failures.
we are born to live happily,
whether we have money or miseries,
we are born to live safely,
whether we live in a house or on the alley.
Be brave and courageous,
Don't behave outrageous,
love yourself gracious,
love everyone contagious.
Don't cry for the petty things,
Those have made you to fling,
We are the human with the willing,
Wipe that tear that is filling.
The whole world is ours, you believe,
Even the stars, moon, planets and the Sun,
Nurture the worries makes you a coward,
Nurture the strength will make you a brave.
Stand up on you feet, taller than ever,
we are the human, born with the sense the sixth,
sharpen that sense with your experiences, the vast
Send the discrepancies and the discrimination to the dark.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Jesse James
When Jesse James was a lad
He killed many a man
And he roamed over the Scarsdale range
Robbin' from the rich
And givin' to the poor
He was dark and cold and full of rage
Oh yes he was, sing with me
Poor Jesse had a wife
To mourn for his life
And three children
They were oh so brave
But that dirty little coward
He went and shot Mr. Howard
Laid poor Jesse in his grave yeah
It was on a Saturday night
When Jesse was at home
Talking to old railroad Jed
Along come Robert Ford
Like a theif in the night
And he shot poor Jesse in the back
Poor Jesse had a wife
To mourn for his life
Three children
They were oh so brave
But that dirty little coward
He went and shot Mr. Howard
Laid poor Jesse in his grave yeah
He lays
Six feet under the ground
song performed by by Bob Seger
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Shot? So Quick, So Clean an Ending?
Shot? so quick, so clean an ending?
Oh that was right, lad, that was brave:
Yours was not an ill for mending,
'Twas best to take it to the grave.
Oh you had forethought, you could reason,
And saw your road and where it led,
And early wise and brave in season
Put the pistol to your head.
Oh soon, and better so than later
After long disgrace and scorn,
You shot dead the household traitor,
The soul that should not have been born.
Right you guessed the rising morrow
And scorned to tread the mire you must:
Dust's your wages, son of sorrow,
But men may come to worse than dust.
Souls undone, undoing others,--
Long time since the tale began.
You would not live to wrong your brothers:
Oh lad, you died as fits a man.
Now to your grave shall friend and stranger
With ruth and some with envy come:
Undishonoured, clear of danger,
Clean of guilt, pass hence and home.
Turn safe to rest, no dreams, no waking;
And here, man, here's the wreath I've made:
'Tis not a gift that's worth the taking,
But wear it and it will not fade.
poem by Alfred Edward Housman
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Please Tell Me, If You Ever Know...
who robbed us of the days
we laughed with childlike mirth?
who robbed us of the days
when vibrations flowed between us
like milk and curds in their
purest form that little krishna
filled his tummy with?
who robbed us of the days
we danced and sang on unknown
river banks competing against
wind water and amusing little ripples
set in those crystalline waters?
who robbed us of the days
we built any number of castles
by the mighty seas and swayed
to the rhythm of the waves?
who robbed us of
the air that giggled in glee?
who robbed us of
the days of milky moonlight?
who robbed us of
the first showers of monsoon?
who robbed us of
the days of peacok feathers?
who robbed us, dear friend?
can we retieve those days of
spontaneous giggles
unfretterd spirit
uninhibited expression...?
tell me, my friend
if you know the one
one who robbed us of the
very fundemental connection
is he the master-crafter time?
is she a naughty elf?
him or her i wish to meet
no, not to accost
but to see if the booty
really filled his or her heart
and if it did
i wish to leave all of it
for their happiness...
20sep2009
13.20hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Song For Heroes
Captain O’Hare was a mariner brave;
He refused to abandon his ship;
A hero, he sleeps in a watery grave—
And his widow is now Mrs. Bipp,
Haw! Haw!
His widow is now Mrs. Bipp!
Henri Dupont was a fearless young ace;
Five thousand feet up he was hit;
Each year on his grave pretty flowers we place—
And his widow is now Mrs. Schmitt,
Haw! Haw!
His widow is now Mrs. Schmitt!
Corporal Dunn was a volunteer bold;
He plunged in the deadliest fray;
A bayonet thrust laid him out stony cold—
And his widow is now Mrs. Gray,
Haw! Haw!
His widow is now Mrs. Gray!
But Peter McGuck was a cowardly sneak,
Like a hound he remained home in fear;
When fishing one day he fell into the creek—
And his widow is now Mrs. Greer,
Haw! Haw! Haw!
Mrs. William O’Houlihan Greer!
poem by Ellis Parker Butler
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To a Lost Companion
What wrong in being nice and friendly,
And try to seek a thousand companion;
When I saw thee, I saw my companion ungainly,
Where I laid my story, my laugh, my tears and my compassion.
But thou strayed deep in the abyss of prejudice,
And think as if I’m an evil dressed in human;
Too much prejudice shallow thy mind to cradle in vice,
A restless soul thou will be in a flesh of human
poem by Instalasi Sastra
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