The Phoenix
A Female Friend advis'd a Swain
(Whose Heart she wish'd at ease)
Make Love thy Pleasure, not thy Pain,
Nor let it deeply seize.
Beauty, where Vanities abound,
No serious Passion claims;
Then, 'till a Phoenix can be found,
Do not admit the Flames.
But griev'd She finds, that his Replies
(Since prepossess'd when Young)
Take all their Hints from Silvia's Eyes,
None from ARDELIA's Tongue.
Thus, Cupid, of our Aim we miss,
Who wou'd unbend thy Bow;
And each slight Nymph a Phoenix is,
When Love will have it so.
poem by Anne Kingsmill Finch
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Phoenix From the Flames
Silence shields the pain
So you say nothing
Feel they've rigged the game
And you're done with lovin'
Only you can see the darkness in the northern lights
Phoenix from the Flames
We will rise together
They will know our names
Can you feel it
Shelter me from pain
I always wanna feel this way
Oh yeah
Just like a Phoenix from the Flame
Wish they'd take you back
Cos you miss heaven
Too many bags to pack
So leave them where they are
Tonight you're flying on a golden dream
Phoenix from the Flames
We will rise together
They will know our names
Can you feel it
Shelter me from pain
I always wanna feel this way
Everybody's talking
Nobody's listening
Too busy thinking about what you've
Been missing
Everybody said you're gonna take it
Too far baby now
Well come on
When you're done with lovin'
It comes down to nothing
Can you feel it
Can you feel it
Can you feel it
Phoenix from the Flames
We will rise together
They will know our names
Can you feel it
Shelter me from pain
I always wanna feel this way
Oh yeah
Just like a Phoenix from the Flame
Phoenix from the Flames
We will rise together
They will know our names
Can you feel it
Shelter me from pain
I always wanna feel this way
Oh yeah
Just like a Phoenix from the Flame
Why don't you come and deny it
You know you can't deny it
I always wanna feel this way
Just like a Phoenix from the Flames
song performed by by Robbie Williams from I've Been Expecting You
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Phoenix Of My Heart
What goes on in your mind
When you said late at night
Ill shake it all up
Ill shake it all off
Ill shake it all up
Ill shake it all off
You know Ive got this feeling
You have this sense of freedom
There is a slow sensation in hesitating
In your arms, Im losing hold
Phoenix of my heart
Here she comes
Here she goes
Phoenix of my heart
Shes the phoenix of my heart
Here she comes
Here she goes
Phoenix of my heart
She comes in like a river
And leaves like the wind
Shes always in a hurry
She moves like a hurricane
Once again
Shes the phoenix of my heart
Shes the phoenix of my heart
Shes the phoenix of my heart
Here she comes
Here she goes
Here she comes
Here she goes
Listen
Wild thing you make my heart sing
Wild thing you make my heart sing
song performed by by Xymox
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Phoenix Of My Heart
What goes on in your mind
When you said late at night
Ill shake it all up
Ill shake it all off
Ill shake it all up
Ill shake it all off
You know Ive got this feeling
You have this sense of freedom
There is a slow sensation in hesitating
In your arms, Im losing hold
Phoenix of my heart
Here she comes
Here she goes
Phoenix of my heart
Shes the phoenix of my heart
Here she comes
Here she goes
Phoenix of my heart
She comes in like a river
And leaves like the wind
Shes always in a hurry
She moves like a hurricane
Once again
Shes the phoenix of my heart
Shes the phoenix of my heart
Shes the phoenix of my heart
Here she comes
Here she goes
Here she comes
Here she goes
Listen
Wild thing you make my heart sing
Wild thing you make my heart sing
song performed by by Xymox
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Inside Silvia
I love that look comes in your eyes when were all alone
And its much too late for friends to come calling
I disconnect the phone
And I put on the radio and I take her and I talk real low
And I hold her tight and soon Im dancing in the night
Inside silvia, oh silvia, yeah, yeah, silvia
I know my love is alive
Inside silvia, yeah silvia, oh silvia, oh
Sometimes you get so crazy and I know its all in your mind
And right in the middle of the night, I see just what you need
And they say that love is blind
And I hold you till the feelings come
But sometimes when the lovins done I see the scared little girl
Afraid of the woman
Inside silvia, oh silvia, yeah, yeah, silvia
I know my love is alive
Inside silvia, yeah silvia, oh silvia, oh
Though the world may rage and storm
Theres still one harbor where Im safe and warm
Its when Im inside silvia, yeah silvia, oh silvia, oh
Inside silvia, oh silvia, yeah, yeah, silvia
I know my love is alive
Inside silvia, yeah silvia, oh silvia, oh
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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A prisoner in my own
I feel like a prisoner
Trapped within these four walls
Young I am
I should be free
I cannot take leave
Without causing pain
I cannot leave
Without hurting badly
I have only two
Kinds of freedom
Work and love
Take me away
I ask
That is all
I ask
Set me free
Like I should be
Make me happy
The way I am
Don’t let me be
The Phoenix
Who tries to escape
Its misery
Set me free
Let me no longer
Suffer this pain
Take me home
And let me be
Love me please
That is all
I ask…
2008102©
poem by scarlette Phoenix
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Friendship Between Ephelia And Ardelia
Eph. What Friendship is, ARDELIA shew.
Ard. 'Tis to love, as I love You.
Eph. This Account, so short (tho' kind)
Suits not my enquiring Mind.
Therefore farther now repeat;
What is Friendship when complete?
Ard. 'Tis to share all Joy and Grief;
'Tis to lend all due Relief
From the Tongue, the Heart, the Hand;
'Tis to mortgage House and Land;
For a Friend be sold a Slave;
'Tis to die upon a Grave,
If a Friend therein do lie.
Eph. This indeed, tho' carry'd high,
This, tho' more than e'er was done
Underneath the rolling Sun,
This has all been said before.
Can ARDELIA say no more?
Ard. Words indeed no more can shew:
But 'tis to love, as I love you.
poem by Anne Kingsmill Finch
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The Dragon and The Phoenix (version one)
The Dragon and The Phoenix (version one) :
The sleeping Tiger lies in a mist, covered in mystery.
Who is he, what is his purpose?
The sleeping Flame lies in a cloud, shrouded by time.
Who is she, what is her purpose?
As the could falls in the night, and mingles in the mist... the Flame touches the Tiger and both awaken. The Flame brightens and swirls around the Tiger, the Tiger roars as the flames engulf him and he transforms into the wise Dragon. The Flame crackles as the Dragon's roar sounds through the night. The crackle becomes a cry of joy as the Dragon breathes a breath of fire upon the Flame, adding his burning love to hers. The Flame turns into a fiery bird with a great
cry. A Phoenix has been born, and a Dragon has grown in the fires of love. This bond forged is stronger than steel, stronger than the very foundations of the earth.
Nothing and no one can break this love. The love of the Dragon and the Phoenix will live beyond the end of time, their hearts forever entwined. Purpose has been found, the balance formed by the Dragon and Phoenix that awakened them is their purpose. The love they share forever is a shining light for all who despair; the Dragon and Phoenix are smiled upon by the Creator for they are what he intended love between two to be.
poem by Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk
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Phoenix
It feels like,
A Phoenix has risen from the flames.
I watch its wings flutter,
But it can't erase,
the pain that its carrying,
as it tries so hard.
It ca't escape the fiery tongues.
I watch them lick,
and consume it.
And theres no trace,
of its struggle left,
except the tears of pain,
that splashed;
sending ripples,
through my veins.
20080120©
poem by scarlette Phoenix
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His Phoenix
THERE is a queen in China, or maybe it's in Spain,
And birthdays and holidays such praises can be heard
Of her unblemished lineaments, a whiteness with no stain,
That she might be that sprightly girl trodden by a bird;
And there's a score of duchesses, surpassing woma-kind,
Or who have found a painter to make them so for pay
And smooth out stain and blemish with the elegance of his mind:
I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day.
The young men every night applaud their Gaby's laughing eye,
And Ruth St. Denis had more charm although she had poor luck;
From nineteen hundred nine or ten, Pavlova's had the cry
And there's a player in the States who gathers up her cloak
And flings herself out of the room when Juliet would be bride
With all a woman's passion, a child's imperious way,
And there are -- but no matter if there are scores beside:
I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day.
There's Margaret and Marjorie and Dorothy and Nan,
A Daphne and a Mary who live in privacy;
One's had her fill of lovers, another's had but one,
Another boasts, 'I pick and choose and have but two or three.'
If head and limb have beauty and the instep's high and light
They can spread out what sail they please for all I have to say,
Be but the breakers of men's hearts or engines of delight:
I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day.
There'll be that crowd, that barbarous crowd, through all the centuries,
And who can say but some young belle may walk and talk men wild
Who is my beauty's equal, though that my heart denies,
But not the exact likeness, the simplicity of a child,
And that proud look as though she had gazed into the burning sun,
And all the shapely body no tittle gone astray.
I mourn for that most lonely thing; and yet God's will be done:
I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Sonnet XVI: Mongst All the Creatures
An Allusion to the Phoenix
'Mongst all the creatures in this spacious round
Of the birds' kind, the Phoenix is alone,
Which best by you of living things is known;
None like to that, none like to you is found.
Your beauty is the hot and splend'rous sun,
The precious spices be your chaste desire,
Which being kindled by that heav'nly fire,
Your life so like the Phoenix's begun;
Yourself thus burned in that sacred flame,
With so rare sweetness all the heav'ns perfuming,
Again increasing as you are consuming,
Only by dying born the very same;
And, wing'd by fame, you to the stars ascend,
So you of time shall live beyond the end.
poem by Michael Drayton
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A Pastoral Dialogue Between Two Shepherdesses
[Silvia] Pretty Nymph! within this Shade,
Whilst the Flocks to rest are laid,
Whilst the World dissolves in Heat,
Take this cool, and flow'ry Seat:
And with pleasing Talk awhile
Let us two the Time beguile;
Tho' thou here no Shepherd see,
To encline his humble Knee,
Or with melancholy Lays
Sing thy dangerous Beauty's Praise.
[Dorinda] Nymph! with thee I here wou'd stay,
But have heard, that on this Day,
Near those Beeches, scarce in view,
All the Swains some Mirth pursue:
To whose meeting now I haste.
Solitude do's Life but waste.
[Silvia] Prithee, but a Moment stay.
[Dorinda] No! my Chaplet wou'd decay;
Ev'ry drooping Flow'r wou'd mourn,
And wrong the Face, they shou'd adorn.
[Silvia] I can tell thee, tho' so Fair,
And dress'd with all that rural Care,
Most of the admiring Swains
Will be absent from the Plains.
Gay Sylvander in the Dance
Meeting with a shrew'd Mischance,
To his Cabin's now confin'd
By Mopsus, who the Strain did bind:
Damon through the Woods do's stray,
Where his Kids have lost their way:
Young Narcissus iv'ry Brow
Rac'd by a malicious Bough,
Keeps the girlish Boy from sight,
Till Time shall do his Beauty right.
[Dorinda] Where's Alexis?
[Silvia] –He, alas!
Lies extended on the Grass;
Tears his Garland, raves, despairs,
Mirth and Harmony forswears;
Since he was this Morning shown,
That Delia must not be his Own.
[Dorinda] Foolish Swain! such Love to place.
[Silvia] On any but Dorinda's Face.
[Dorinda] Hasty Nymph! I said not so.
[Silvia] No–but I thy Meaning know.
Ev'ry Shepherd thou wou'd'st have
Not thy Lover, but thy Slave;
To encrease thy captive Train,
Never to be lov'd again.
But, since all are now away,
Prithee, but a Moment stay.
[Dorinda] No; the Strangers, from the Vale,
Sure will not this Meeting fail;
Graceful one, the other Fair.
He too, with the pensive Air,
Told me, ere he came this way
He was wont to look more Gay.
[Silvia] See! how Pride thy Heart inclines
To think, for Thee that Shepherd pines;
When those Words, that reach'd thy Ear,
Chloe was design'd to hear;
Chloe, who did near thee stand,
And his more speaking Looks command.
[Dorinda] Now thy Envy makes me smile.
That indeed were worth his while:
Chloe next thyself decay'd,
And no more a courted Maid.
[Silvia] Next myself! Young Nymph, forbear.
Still the Swains allow me Fair,
Tho' not what I was that Day,
When Colon bore the Prize away;
When–
[Dorinda] –Oh, hold! that Tale will last,
Till all the Evening Sports are past;
Till no Streak of Light is seen,
Nor Footstep prints the flow'ry Green.
What thou wert, I need not know,
What I am, must haste to show.
Only this I now discern
From the things, thou'd'st have me learn,
That Woman-kind's peculiar Joys
From past, or present Beauties rise.
poem by Anne Kingsmill Finch
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Farewell, Ungrateful Traitor!
Farewell, ungrateful traitor!
Farewell, my perjur'd swain!
Let never injur'd woman
Believe a man again.
The pleasure of possessing
Surpasses all expressing,
But 'tis too short a blessing,
And love too long a pain.
'Tis easy to deceive us
In pity of your pain,
But when we love, you leave us
To rail at you in vain.
Before we have descried it,
There is no joy beside it,
But she that once has tried it
Will never love again.
The passion you pretended
Was only to obtain,
But once the charm is ended,
The charmer you disdain.
Your love by ours we measure
Till we have lost our treasure,
But dying is a pleasure
When living is a pain.
poem by John Dryden
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Farewell Ungrateful Traitor
Farewell ungrateful traitor,
Farewell my perjured swain,
Let never injured creature
Believe a man again.
The pleasure of possessing
Surpasses all expressing,
But 'tis too short a blessing,
And love too long a pain.
'Tis easy to deceive us
In pity of your pain,
But when we love you leave us
To rail at you in vain.
Before we have descried it,
There is no bliss beside it,
But she that once has tried it
Will never love again.
The passion you pretended
Was only to obtain,
But when the charm is ended
The charmer you disdain.
Your love by ours we measure
Till we have lost our treasure,
But dying is a pleasure,
When living is a pain.
poem by John Dryden
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As matchless beauty
As matchless beauty thee a Phoenix proves,
Fair Leonilla, so thy sour-sweet loves.
For when young Acon's eye thy proud heart tames,
Thou diest in him, and livest in my flames.
poem by John Wilbye
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Right Between The Eyes
Don't care what they have to say
Why you listening to them anyway
Why do you have to give them what they want?
They love to watch you as you fall apart
Stick it to them like a phoenix rise
There's nothing grander than the big surprise
They can't hurt you with their sticks and stones
About time take them right between the eyes
Seek to destroy cause they're scared of you
That's why they try to make a fool of you
They're so jealous of my pretty star
Cause you've got soul inside your shattered heart
Stick it to them like a phoenix rise
There's nothing grander than the big surprise
They can't hurt you with their sticks and stones
About time take them right between the eyes
And you've been waiting all your life
To fly high into somebody else
And it's true it's a cruel, cruel world
Life's a bitch and then you die my love
Don't care what they have to say
You shouldn't listen to them anyway
Stick it to them like a phoenix rise
There's nothing grander than the big surprise
They can't hurt you with their sticks and stones
About time take them right between the eyes
People like to build you up
Then they'll stab you in the back like that
You know it breaks my heart
Can't see you going out like that
Stay alive my love
Stay alive my love
Stay alive my love
Stay alive my love
song performed by by Garbage
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0408 The Phoenix Museum
A sightseeing phoenix a sign espied:
'This way to the Phoenix Museum';
A little homesick, went inside;
Looked for friends; but couldn't see 'em.
In hindsight, the title's
Just a little rash;
The Phoenix Museum
Is now a pile of ash...
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Ease Along
Spent all of his life in love with money
Never found love he never got lucky no
One hundred are the times he tried
And every time he lost a part of him died
Love can be found the people would tell
So he threw his heart
In the wishing well
Young julie the girl from the city
With eyes full of pain and a heart
Full of pity yeah and she said...
No use cryin bout your living dying
Youre gotta make your peace
And and let your livin just ease along
Let your livin just ease along
Youve got to give up livin your life like a demon
Find your heart and the why, and the where,
And the reason
Oh - oh - oh
She took him up the mountain side
Where the air was clear and the water was wine
She loved him when the night was still
And the stars danced on the window sill
And over and over again
The lovers looked out from the mountain rim
There was no need to reach for the stars
You could catsh them all night and keep them in jars
And she told him...
No use cryin bout your living dying
Youre gotta make your peace
And and let your livin just ease along
Let your livin just ease along
Youve got to give up livin your life like a demon
Find your heart and the why, and the where,
And the reason
Ease along youve got to ease along
Spent all his life in love with money-ease along
Never found love never got lucky-ease along
With eyes full of pain and her heart full of pity-
Ease along
Young julie the girl from the city said-ease along
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Stella’s Birth-Day. 1724-5
As when a beauteous nymph decays,
We say she's past her dancing days;
So poets lose their feet by time,
And can no longer dance in rhyme.
Your annual bard had rather chose
To celebrate your birth in prose:
Yet merry folks, who want by chance
A pair to make a country dance,
Call the old housekeeper, and get her
To fill a place for want of better:
While Sheridan is off the hooks,
And friend Delany at his books,
That Stella may avoid disgrace,
Once more the Dean supplies their place.
Beauty and wit, too sad a truth!
Have always been confined to youth;
The god of wit and beauty's queen,
He twenty-one and she fifteen,
No poet ever sweetly sung,
Unless he were, like Phoebus, young;
Nor ever nymph inspired to rhyme,
Unless, like Venus, in her prime.
At fifty-six, if this be true,
Am I a poet fit for you?
Or, at the age of forty-three,
Are you a subject fit for me?
Adieu! bright wit, and radiant eyes!
You must be grave and I be wise.
Our fate in vain we would oppose:
But I'll be still your friend in prose:
Esteem and friendship to express,
Will not require poetic dress;
And if the Muse deny her aid
To have them sung, they may be said.
But, Stella, say, what evil tongue
Reports you are no longer young;
That Time sits with his scythe to mow
Where erst sat Cupid with his bow;
That half your locks are turn'd to gray?
I'll ne'er believe a word they say.
'Tis true, but let it not be known,
My eyes are somewhat dimmish grown;
For nature, always in the right,
To your decays adapts my sight;
And wrinkles undistinguished pass,
For I'm ashamed to use a glass:
And till I see them with these eyes,
Whoever says you have them, lies.
No length of time can make you quit
Honour and virtue, sense and wit;
Thus you may still be young to me,
While I can better hear than see.
O ne'er may Fortune show her spite,
To make me deaf, and mend my sight!
poem by Jonathan Swift
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The Sirens' Song
STEER, hither steer your winged pines,
All beaten mariners!
Here lie Love's undiscover'd mines,
A prey to passengers--
Perfumes far sweeter than the best
Which make the Phoenix' urn and nest.
Fear not your ships,
Nor any to oppose you save our lips;
But come on shore,
Where no joy dies till Love hath gotten more.
For swelling waves our panting breasts,
Where never storms arise,
Exchange, and be awhile our guests:
For stars gaze on our eyes.
The compass Love shall hourly sing,
And as he goes about the ring,
We will not miss
To tell each point he nameth with a kiss.
--Then come on shore,
Where no joy dies till Love hath gotten more.
poem by William Browne
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Deeply Dippy
Deeply dippy bout the curves you got
Deeply hot, hot for the curves you got
Deeply dippy bout the fun we had
Deeply mad, mad for the fun we had
Oh my love
I cant make head nor tail of passion
Oh my love
Let set sail for seas of passion now
Deeply dippy bout the way you walk
Contact sport, let the neighbours talk
Deeply dippy, Im your superman
Ill explain, youre my lois lane
Deeply dippy bout your spanish eyes
Sierra smile, legs that go on for miles an miles
Oh my love
I cant make head nor tail of passion
song performed by by Right Said Fred
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