The Crystal Cabinet
The Maiden caught me in the Wild
Where I was dancing merrily
She put me into her Cabinet
And Lockd me up with a golden Key
This Cabinet is formd of Gold
And Pearl and Crystal shining bright
And within it opens into a World
And a little lovely Moony Night
Another England there I saw
Another London with its Tower
Another Thames and other Hills
And another pleasant Surrey Bower
Another Maiden like herself
Translucent lovely shining clear
Threefold each in the other closd
O what a pleasant trembling fear
O what a smile a threefold Smile
Filld me that like a flame I burnd
I bent to Kiss the lovely Maid
And found a Threefold Kiss returnd
I strove to sieze the inmost Form
With ardor fierce and hands of flame
But burst the Crystal Cabinet
And like a Weeping Babe became
A weeping Babe upon the wild
And Weeping Woman pale reclind
And in the outward air again
I filld with woes the passing Wind
poem by William Blake from Songs and Ballads (1794)
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The Mental Travellert
I traveld thro' a Land of Men
A Land of Men and Women too
And heard and saw such dreadful things
As cold Earth wanderers never knew
For there the Babe is born in joy
That was begotten in dire woe
Just as we Reap in joy the fruit
Which we in bitter tears did sow
And if the Babe is born a Boy
He's given to a Woman Old 10
Who nails him down upon a rock
Catches his Shrieks in Cups of gold
She binds iron thorns around his head
She pierces both his hands and feet
She cuts his heart out at his side
To make it feel both cold and heat
Her fingers number every Nerve
Just as a Miser counts his gold
She lives upon his shrieks and cries
And She grows young as he grows old
Till he becomes a bleeding youth
And she becomes a Virgin bright
Then he rends up his Manacles
And binds her down for his delight
He plants himself in all her Nerves
Just as a Husbandman his mould
And She becomes his dwelling place
And Garden fruitful Seventy fold
An aged Shadow soon he fades
Wandring round an Earthly Cot
Full filled all with gems and gold
Which he by industry had got
And these are the gems of the Human Soul
The rubies and pearls of a lovesick eye
The countless gold of the akeing heart
The martyrs groan and the lovers sigh
They are his meat they are his drink
He feeds the Beggar and the Poor
And the way faring Traveller
For ever open is his door
His grief is their eternal joy
They make the roofs and walls to ring
Till from the fire on the hearth
A little Female Babe does spring
And she is all of solid fire
And gems and gold that none his hand
Dares stretch to touch her Baby form
Or wrap her in his swaddling-band
But She comes to the Man she loves
If young or old or rich or poor
They soon drive out the aged Host
A Begger at anothers door
He wanders weeping far away
Untill some other take him in
Oft blind and age-bent sore distrest
Untill he can a Maiden win
And to Allay his freezing Age
The Poor Man takes her in his arms
The Cottage fades before his Sight
The Garden and its lovely Charms
The Guests are scatterd thro' the land
For the Eye altering alters all
The Senses roll themselves in fear
And the flat Earth becomes a Ball
The Stars Sun Moon all shrink away
A desart vast without a bound
And nothing left to eat or drink
And a dark desart all around
The honey of her Infant lips
The bread and wine of her sweet smile
The wild game of her roving Eye
Does him to Infancy beguile
For as he eats and drinks he grows
Younger and younger every day
And on the desart wild they both
Wander in terror & dismay
Like the wild Stag she flees away
Her fear plants many a thicket wild
While he pursues her night and day
By various arts of Love beguild
By various arts of Love and Hate
Till the wide desart planted oer
With Labyrinths of wayward Love
Where roams the Lion Wolf and Boart
Till he becomes a wayward Babet
And she a weeping Woman Oldt
Then many a Lover wanders here
The Sun and Stars are nearer rolld
The trees bring forth sweet Extacy
To all who in the desart roam
Till many a City there is Built
And many a pleasant Shepherds home
But when they find the frowning Babe
Terror strikes thro the region wide
They cry the Babe the Babe is Born
And flee away on Every sidet
For who dare touch the frowning form
His arm is witherd to its root
Lions Boars Wolves all howling flee
And every Tree does shed its fruit
And none can touch that frowning form
Except it be a Woman Old
She nails him down upon the Rock
And all is done as I have told
poem by William Blake from Songs and Ballads (1794)
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Wild fire in your eyes
The wild flame of your lovely green eyes
has still not been extinguished, my love,
has still not been extinguished!
In nights without stars, they glisten as two Venuses
in the immensity of the night, lighting my destiny.
Although, with the implacable passing of time,
the brightness of the fire of your lovely green eyes
became tinged with sadness, and the wild thing became fondness,
they still smile with sweetness every time they meet with mine.
My love, the wild fire of your pretty green eyes
still warms my heartbroken being in cold mornings,
when the morning nostalgia rides hopelessly,
looking for restless souls like mine.
My love, the wild fire of your beautiful green eyes,
a long time ago they found, by chance,
the hidden fire of my sad, sad eyes,
and they melted it in love fire for an eternity.
The wild fire of your lovely green eyes
has still not been extinguished, my love,
has still not been extinguished!
poem by Enrique Alberto Hurtado Minotta
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Lovely One
Lovely one,
Just as on the cool stone
Of the spring, the water
Opens a wide flash of foam,
So is the smile of your face,
Lovely one.
Lovely one,
With delicate hands and slender feet
Like a silver pony,
Walking, flower of the world,
Thus I see you,
Lovely one.
Lovely one,
With a nest of copper entangled
On your head, a nest
The coloUr of dark honey
Where my heart burns and rests,
Lovely one.
Lovely one,
Your eyes are too big for your face,
Your eyes are too big for the earth.
There are countries, there are rivers,
In your eyes,
My country is your eyes,
I walk through them,
They light the world
Through which I walk,
Lovely one.
Lovely one,
Your breasts are like two loaves made
Of grainy earth and golden moon,
Lovely one.
Lovely one,
Your waist,
My arm shaped it like a river when
It flowed a thousand years through your sweet body,
Lovely one.
Lovely one,
There is nothing like your hips,
Perhaps earth has
In some hidden place
The curve and the fragrance of your body,
Perhaps in some place,
Lovely one.
Lovely one, my lovely one,
Your voice, your skin, your nails,
Lovely one, my lovely one,
Your being, your light, your shadow,
Lovely one,
All that is mine, lovely one,
All that is mine, my dear,
When you walk or rest,
When you sing or sleep,
When you suffer or dream,
Always,
When you are near or far,
Always,
You are mine, my lovely one,
Always.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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Lovely Night
Written by gerry beckley, 1976
Found on hideaway and highway.
Its a lovely night
Its a lovely night
Well, the sky is clear and the stars are bright
Its a lovely night
But Ill go lookin for the fallin rain
Keep on movin, keep on playin that game
Lets go lookin for the fallin rain
Its a lovely night (its a lovely night)
Its a lovely night (its a lovely night)
Well, the sky is clear and the stars they are bright
Its a lovely night (its a lovely night)
But Ill go lookin for the fallin rain
Keep on movin, keep on playin that game
Lets go lookin for the fallin rain
On this lovely night
This lovely night
On this lovely night
On this lovely night
This lovely night
On this lovely night
Wo ho ho ho ho ho, this lovely night
Wo ho ho ho ho ho, this lovely night
Wo ho ho ho ho ho, this lovely night
Wo ho ho ho ho ho, this lovely night
song performed by by America
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Would You Know?
Would you know the kind of maid
Sets my heart a flame-a?
Eyes must be downcast and staid,
Cheeks must flush for shame-a!
She may neither dance nor sing,
But, demure in everything,
Hang her head in modest way
With pouting lips that seem to say,
"Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me,
Though I die of shame-a!"
Please you, that's the kind of maid
Sets my heart a flame-a!
When a maid is bold and gay
With a tongue goes clang-a,
Flaunting it in brave array,
Maiden may go hang-a!
Sunflower gay and hollyhock
Never shall my garden stock;
Mine the blushing rose of May,
With pouting lips that seem to say
"Oh, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me,
Though I die for shame-a!"
Please you, that's the kind of maid
Sets my heart a flame-a!
poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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The bouquet [Buchetul]
The sun was shining high above
When I gave you in a bouquet
My precious and consuming love
And my heart's secret in that day.
The posy was my youth, my pearl,
And if today lies withered here,
You maybe didn't kiss it, girl,
O, lovely Mary, O, my dear.
For eons you cannot be mine,
You know it and I know it well,
But love is like a sweet red wine
And getting sober is a hell.
Yet, when in reverie you're caught,
If you can see that bouquet clear,
Give to the poet a nice thought,
O, lovely Mary, O, my dear.
poem by Alexandru Macedonski, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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At Glan-y-Wern
White-robed against the threefold white
Of shutter, glass and curtains' lace,
She flashed into the evening light
The brilliance of her gipsy face:
I saw the evening in her light.
Clear, from the soft hair to the mouth,
Her ardent face made manifest
The sultry beauty of the South:
Below, a red rose, climbing, pressed
Against the roses of her mouth.
So, in the window's threefold white,
O'ertrailed with foliage like a bower,
She seemed, against the evening light,
Amongst the flowers herself a flower,
A tiger-lily sheathed in white.
poem by Arthur Symons
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House Carpenter
Well met, well met, said an old true love
Well met, well met, said he
I just returned from the salt, salt sea
And its all for the love of thee
Come in, come in, my own true love
And have a seat by me
Its been three-fourths of a long, long year
Since together we have been
I cant come in and I cant sit down
For Ive only a moments time
They say youre married to a house carpenter
And your heart will never be mine
I couldve married the kings daughter fair
And she wouldve married me
But I have forsaken, her crowns of gold
And all for the love of thee
Now will you forsake your house carpenter
And come along with me
Ill take you where, the grass grows green
On the banks of the deep blue sea
Then she picked up her darling little babe
And kisses she gave it three
Saying stay right here you darling little babe
And keep your pop company
They had not been on the ship two weeks
Im sure it was not three
Til this true love began to weep and to mourn
And she wept most bitterly
Saying are you weeping for my silver and my gold?
Saying are you weeeping for my store?
Or are you weeping, for your house carpenter
Whose face youll never see no more?
I am not weeping for your silver and your gold
I am not weeping for your store
No I am weeping, for my darling little babe
Whose face ill never see no more
They had not been on the ship three weeks
Im sure it was not four
When there came a leak, in the bottom of the ship
And sank them for to rise no more
song performed by by Nickel Creek
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A Knight's Meeting
splash splash, the waves came onto the shore
the knight on horseback, rode toward the maiden
oh the vision was so lovely and the sea so blue
across the golden sand he rode
big fluffy clouds floated across the evening sky
the full moon was just now, coming into view
could any scene be more lovely
the knight was mesmerized
the closer he came to the maiden, the more so-
who was this lovely maiden, by the aqua blue sea
when his horse drew near, 'whoa' he cried,
he saw the beauty and was unable to speak
for the first time ever in his life
the knight was speechless, lost in a trance
poem by Rachel Nichols
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Tonight, Not Again
The night.
She brushed her hands upon my flushed cheek
Smelled of childhood remnants of a dusty weeping willow
Clouds soothe, shredded by the calico
Were oh so vast and quick as I was on my own now.
This time like every other time I believe that I never find
Another sweet little girl with sequined sea foam eyes
Ocean lapping voice smile coy as the brightest quiet span of sky
And Im all alone again tonight not again, not again, not again.
And dont it feel allright. and dont it feel so nice. lovely.
Still Im unable to inhale all the riches
As Im awkward as a wound on my bones
Still Ive got cobblestone joints and plate glass points
As Im all by myself tonight not again not againe
And dont it feel allright. and dont it feel so nice. lovely.
Well if you should nervously break down
When its time for the shakedown would you take it
Its when you cry just a little but you laugh in the middle that youve made it
And dont it feel allright. and dont it feel so nice.
Lovely.
Say it again. lovely. so lovely. to do it again
Again. loving again. its coming again.
Lovely.
song performed by by Jason Mraz
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Lovely, Lovely
Lovely lovely,
colored in black,
Lovely lovely,
On its way back,
Lovely lovely,
Finding its snack,
Lovely lovely;
With its pack,
The lovely lovely,
The irony of its name,
The fear it puts,
Is but nothing to its looks,
Lovely lovely,
Colored in black......
poem by Maisea Hodgkin
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A generous husband
You re like an atm machine
all the peoples surrounding you
if the peoples needs money just inser the card and then take the money in your machine cabinet
and then spend the money
to buy all the requirements
your wife, children, parents, parents in law, younger brother, younger sister, maid, servant, assistant they re all the peoples who always make your machine cabinet is be empty
thanks for everything...
Your machine cabinet has a vital role for us all
your allowance is our expectation
for reaching all our desire and expectation
remember u in our prayers
may merciful god bless u alot of felicity in your life
amin
poem by meti Rahmawati
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Tonight Is Our Night
Your tent or mine?
The stars are so bright
Your skin so light
Can I hold you tight?
Tonight is our night
Dont be out of sight,
To make love we might,
You, me, above all heights
Two beautiful love makers
Tonight is our night
Your face is so tender,
Your fingers so slender,
To kiss you I render,
Tonight is our night
Touch me there, touch me here
Kiss me there, kiss me here
Making love without fear
Come close, babe come near
Tonight is our night
Babe no talking, just breathing
Touch me there, babe its itching
I wonder, babe its a good feeling
I wonder, maybe a sexual healing
Tonight is our night
In you I gain might,
Today there is no fight,
Babe stay in sight,
Babe give me more light,
Tonight is our night
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Born
AS I OPEN MY I SAW A NEW WORLD
NUMBER OF PEOPLE GATHER IN AROUND ME
JOY OF SOME PEOPLE WORTH WATCHING
SOME PEOPLE WANT TO KEEP ME THEIR HAND
FEW PEOPLE WANT TO KISS ME
BUT FOR TWO PEOPLE ARE MORE PRECIOUS
FIRST ONE WHERE I FEEL MORE SECURE
ANOTHER ONE WHEN I FEEL PROUD
MY WEEPING WORRIED EVERYONE
BUT NOBODY KNOW WHY I AM WEEPING
ONLY ONE KNOW AND REALISE WHY I AM WEEPING
ONLY ONE CAN UNDERSTAND AND CONTROL
MY WEEPING BY FEEDING ME
EVERYONE ENJOY, PLAY & WELCOME WITH ME
BUT ONLY TWO PERSON UNDERSTAND ME MOST
ONE CONTROL MY WEEPING AND ANOTHER ONE
WHERE I FEEL MY SELF PROUD.
I AM LITTLE UNKOWN WAITING FOR SWEET NAME
SO THAT I CAN START …..
poem by Ajay Srivastava
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White Prism
Theres a white prism with phony jism
Spread across its face
And the soulful convicts forever interred
Lose the smile across their faces
The smile that registered hopes or dreams
Has proven just a waste
And Im the indentured servant
Forever in his place
Im the indentured servant
Forever in his place
I wish I built a cabinet
Of shiny bolts and wood
Secret draws and hiding places
Sculpted out of wood
Secret places, secret lies
In a desk lying alone
A secret letter written to you
To be read when youre alone
A secret letter written to you
To be read when youre alone
It says, Im your indentured servant
I can no longer pretend
That Im a lover or an equal
Im not even a friend
Im not good enough to serve you
Im not good enough to stay
So it is that I beseech you
To please turn me away
So it is that I beseech you
To please turn me away
Turn me away
Turn me away
Turn me away
Im asking you to let me go
It hurts me when youre sad
And I can not do better than this
Which must surely make you mad
Id be better off in your cabinet
Or in a prison made of cloth
Crouched beneath your dress I come
Shooting little spurts
Crouched beneath your dress I come
Shooting little spurts
Im your indentured servant
But even I have pride
In what I make or say or do
Although Ive lots to hide
I hide from freedom and I hide from you
cause youve found me out
I belong in prison beneath your legs
In a cabinet that Ive built
Beneath a candle in a secret drawer
In a prison by a moat
Im your indentured servant
And Im asking you to leave
Me outside this prison cell
Where only you can breathe
I-i-i, Im your indentured servant
But Im asking you for this
Please release me from this love
And do it with a kiss
Im your indentured servant
Im the one youll miss
Do it with a kiss
Do it with a kiss
Do it with a kiss
Im the one youll miss
song performed by by Lou Reed
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The Fair Maiden
The night when the fair maiden revealed the likeness of her form to me,
The warmth of her cheeks, the veil of her hair,
Golden like a topaz, covering
A brow of smoothest crystal—
She was like the sun making red in her rising
The clouds of dawn with the flame of her light.
Translated by Nina Salaman
poem by Yehudah HaLevi
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Gallant maiden...Lets fish...
Lonely stream, where do you depart with your lover?
Lovely maiden, why do you walk on this lonely stream?
Lovely song brace with echoes...
I fish this stream my lovely maiden...
I can't fish...
Come, lets fish...
If you were this fish...
I will take care of you...
Come, i can't eat this fish...
We caught...
Where my gallant maiden, Where do you live?
You make me question this stream...
You make me guard our departed stream...
Come lets fish...
Lets, start over...
Before, this stream drys out...
Before, we can no longer fish again...
Oh, expire fish i treasure your bone for my lost lover...
I held you in my heart forever and ever...
The Progress of Love
Beneath the myrtle’s secret shade,
When Delia blest my eyes;
At first I view’d the lovely maid
In silent soft surprise.
With trembling voice, and anxious mind,
I softly whisper’d love;
She blush’d a smile so sweetly kind,
Did all my fears remove.
Her lovely yielding form I prest,
Sweet maddening kisses stole;
And soon her swimming eyes confest
The wishes of her soul:
In wild tumultuous bliss I cry,
“O Delia, now be kind!”
She press’d me close, and with a sigh,
To melting joys resign’d.
poem by Robert Dodsley
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Fever
Never know how much I love you
Never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me
I get a fever, thats so hard to bear
You give me fever, when you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever, in the morning
Fever all through the night
Sun lights up the daytime
Moon lights up the night
I light up when you call my name
And I know Im gonna treat you right
You give me fever, when you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever, in the morning
Fever all through the night
Everybody gots the fever [should be everybodys got...]
That is something you all know
Fever isnt such a new thing
Fever started long ago
Romeo loved juliet
Juliet, she felt the same
When he put his arms around her
He said julie baby, youre my flame
Thou givest fever, when he kisseth
Fever with thy flaming youth
Fever, Im afire
Fever, yeah I burn for thou
Captain smith and pocahontas
Had a very very mad affair
When her daddy tried to kill him
She said, daddy, oh, dont you dare!
You give me fever [should be he gives me fever]
With his kisses
Fever when he holds me tight
Fever, Im his misses
Daddy, wont you treat him right?
Now youve listened to my story
Heres a point that I have made
Chicks were born to give you fever
Be it fahrenheit or centigrade
They give you fever, when you kiss them
Fever, if you live, you learn
Fever, till you sizzle
What a lovely way to burn
They give you fever, when you kiss them
Fever, if you live and learn
Fever, til you sizzle
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn (they give you fever)
What a lovely way to burn (they give you fever)
What a lovely way to burn (they give you fever)
What a lovely way to burn (they give you fever)
What a lovely way to burn (they give you fever)
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
song performed by by Boney M.
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Mockery
I met my love a-weeping,
Weeping in the night-tide pale;
Her head among the lily bloom,
Weeping by an empty tomb—
An unshut tomb.
I gently stroked her golden hair
That shone so
With the moon-glow
In the sad-sweet air.
Like playful breezes from the south
Came soft smile-dimples to her mouth;
And when again she seemed to weep
I kissed her wild-wide eyes to sleep;
While there beyond the lily bloom
I saw the watching, waiting tomb.
I left my love a-sleeping,
Sleeping in the cypress vale;
Smiling sadly in the gloom;
Sleeping in the fastened tomb—
The tight-shut tomb.
How round the tomb the moving mists
Will twirl so
When the wind blows,
That the ivy twists
And shudders round the cold grey stone:
A serpent on a crumbling throne.
While I, upon a nearby mound
Hear salt tears soaking in the ground;
But there, when’er the lilies bloom,
I hear low laughter in the tomb.
poem by Leon Gellert
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