The Epitaph On Virgil And Tibullus
He who sublime in epic numbers roll'd,
And he who struck the softer lyre of love,
By Death's unequal hand alike controll'd,
Fit comrades in Elysian regions move!
poem by Domitius Marsus, translated by Byron
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Epitaph on Virgil and Tibullus
He who sublime in epic numbers roll'd
And he who struck the softer lyre of love,
By Death's unequal hand alike controll'd,
Fit comrades in Elyssian regions move!
poem by Domitius Marsus, translated by Byron
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Nothing Can Move Me
There's talk about some people
That maybe you know
The heroes and the villains
And the places that they know
The highest and the finest
The lowest of the low
Just stop and get it through you
There's somewhere you can go
Tell you what I do when I'm lonely
I'll tell you what I do when I'm blue
Tell you what I do when I'm lonely
I close my eyes and think about you
['Cause] nothing can move me like my rock n roll
Nothing can blow me away
Nothing can move me like my rock n roll do
Nothing can move
Nothing can move
Nothing can move me away
You wake up in the morning
The wrong side of the bed
The spirit that was in you
is hammering your head
You crawl up to your hi fi
Select a side or two
Sharpen up your needle
and feel it coming through
['Cause] nothing can move me like my rock n roll
Nothing can blow me away
Nothing can move me like my rock n roll do
Nothing can move
Nothing can move
Nothing can move me away
['Cause] nothing can move me like my rock n roll
Nothing can blow me away
Nothing can move me like my rock n roll do
Nothing can move
Nothing can move
Nothing can move me away
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Epic Poem
This poem is epic
so I named it so
it's more epic than wind and snow
which are in there own respects quite epic
snow could be described as ghetto
and wind can take on epic forms
like a spinning tiger with legs made of iron bars
that would be pretty epic
infact I think that happened in outer mongolia
to a young girl how got hit by the iron bars
sadly she died
but the type of death was one we all wish for
over exposure to pure epicness
like viewing a snail with a lightsaber who flies over mountains made of cheese
that's bleedin' epic
imagine it if you can
can you?
I imagined it so according to the ontological arguement
it exists
im scared now
it may be coming to get me
and although I will suffer the best kind of death
it will be death still
and what is death without life
it is simply death
that was mock epic
those statements aren't as deep as you think they are
they are meerly the ramblings of a crazy man
you fell for it did you not
I know you did for I can see you
your PC moniter is actually a camera
If you're paranoid then you will be scared now
and for that reason I laugh
I can see your fear
I smell it
it is like raspberry ripple ice cream
your fear is wierd
I don't like you anymore
this poem is bleedin' epic!
poem by Torben Duncan
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A Song
COME, I will make the continent indissoluble;
I will make the most splendid race the sun ever yet shone upon;
I will make divine magnetic lands,
With the love of comrades,
With the life-long love of comrades.
I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers of
America, and along the shores of the great lakes, and all over
the prairies;
I will make inseparable cities, with their arms about each other's
necks;
By the love of comrades,
By the manly love of comrades.
For you these, from me, O Democracy, to serve you, ma femme! 10
For you! for you, I am trilling these songs,
In the love of comrades,
In the high-towering love of comrades.
poem by Walt Whitman
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March On Comrades, March On
Yonder in the East, our comrades are shouting,
Yonder in the East, our comrades are fighting,
Yonder in the East, our fate they are carving,
March on comrades, march on.
From the East, slogan is echoing,
Scrap automation, allow us due living,
It is bare minimum, is it much asking?
March on comrades, march on.
Make haste comrades, lest we be late,
The fight may be over and seal our fate,
Spurn the enemy with due hate,
March on comrades, march on.
The posterity will curse us if we linger,
Firmly in unison let us march thither,
Smother all those who our progress hinder,
March on comrades, march on.
Let us herald The New Era in,
Whence no one shall trade in empty sermons,
When khadi capped traders shall be banished,
When doing and not talking shall be the criterion,
March on comrades, march on.
What if we perish in the process,
We shall have lived with a purpose,
We shall have met an honoured death,
Our goal so humble, our cause is just;
March on comrades, march on.
Sonnet: All Men Are Equal before God
The things we find are of unequal size,
Amongst mountains, rivers, places and trees!
Two men have unequal virtues and vice;
So are the beasts, dew-drops, the wind and breeze.
The surface of the sea has wavelets, waves;
Two grains of sand ashore aren’t equal-sized;
Unequal are all men on land and caves;
A hierarchy appears that looks much lysed.
Despite great differences, there’s harmony!
All things are equal ’fore the eyes of God;
Though different hives make differently honey,
The souls of men appear alike to Lord.
One isn’t made like the other in this world;
Yet, we can all make it to God’s Abode!
poem by John Celes
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Move On Down The Line
Down the line
(Orbison)
Well you can't be my lovin' baby
You ain't gotta style
I'm gonna get some real good love
Gonna drive those cool cats wild
I'm gonna move, move on down the line
Wanna get some love, a love that's truly fine
Oh I'm gonna show you a-way so hot
I'm gonna get what you ain't got
She'll be cool, she'll be wrong
She'll be cool and twice as strong
Gonna roll roll on down the line
Wanna get some love, a love that's truly fine
Why! come on now
Yeah, Move on down the line
Wanna get some love that's truly fine
She'll be cool, she'll be long
She'll be cool and twice as strong
Gonna roll, roll on down the line
Gonna get some love, a love that's truly fine
Oh let's sing it again one time now
Yeah, move on down the line
Wanna get some love that's truly fine
She'll be cool, she'll be long
She'll be cool and twice as strong
Gonna roll, roll on down the line
Wanna get some love, a love that's truly fine
Yeah, move (Yeah gonna move)
I'm gonna move (Yeah gonna move)
I'm gonna move (Yeah gonna move)
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Down The Line
(orbison)
Well you cant be my lovin baby
You aint gotta style
Im gonna get some real good love
Gonna drive those cool cats wild
Im gonna move, move on down the line
Wanna get some love, a love thats truly fine
Oh Im gonna show you a-way so hot
Im gonna get what you aint got
Shell be cool, shell be wrong
Shell be cool and twice as strong
Gonna roll roll on down the line
Wanna get some love, a love thats truly fine
Why! come on now
Break
Yeh, move on down the line
Wanna get some love thats truly fine
Shell be cool, shell be long
Shell be cool and twice as strong
Gonna roll, roll on down the line
Gonna get some love, a love thats truly fine
Oh lets sing it again one time now
Break
Yeh, move on down the line
Wanna get some love thats truly fine
Shell be cool, shell be long
Shell be cool and twice as strong
Gonna roll, roll on down the line
Wanna get some love, a love thats truly fine
Yeh, move (yeh gonna move)
Im gonna move (yeh gonna move)
Im gonna move (yeh gonna move)
song performed by by Hollies
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Death Of Prodigy Dancers
This is where I kill the dancer
Watch the MC - kill the dancer
Death of the Prodigy dancer
Come on
?, Corrupt your, to move your, to move your, come on
Let it rock, let move, let it move you, let it move you
Let it move you, let it move you
???
Come on out
Let it rock, let it rock
Pump it up, rock it up, don't stop, let it rock, come on
That's the real ?
Let it rock you, let it rock you
Let it move you, let it move you
Let it rock you, let it rock you
Where's the response?
Where's the response?
Death of the Prodigy dancer
Come on
???
Let it rock, let it roll, let it move you, let it move you
Let it rock you ...
Get ready
Goin' too slow, ridicule, ?, let it rock you, let it rock you
You'll fail, we fool round, let it rock you, let it rock you
Oh no
song performed by by Prodigy
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Sonnet I: Favour'd by Heav'n
Favour'd by Heav'n are those, ordain'd to taste
The bliss supreme that kindles fancy's fire;
Whose magic fingers sweep the muses' lyre,
In varying cadence, eloquently chaste!
Well may the mind, with tuneful numbers grac'd,
To Fame's immortal attributes aspire,
Above the treach'rous spells of low desire,
That wound the sense, by vulgar joys debas'd.
For thou, blest POESY! with godlike pow'rs
To calm the miseries of man wert giv'n;
When passion rends, and hopeless love devours,
By mem'ry goaded, and by frenzy driv'n,
'Tis thine to guide him 'midst Elysian bow'rs,
And shew his fainting soul,--a glimpse of Heav'n.
poem by Mary Darby Robinson
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From Anacreon
I wish to tune my quivering lyre
To deed of fame and notes of fire;
To echo, from its rising swell,
How heroes fought and nations fell,
When Atreus' sons advanced to war,
Or Tyrian Cadmus roved afar;
But still, to martial strains unknown,
My lyre recurs to love alone.
Fired with the hope of future fame,
I seek some nobler hero's name;
The dying chords are strung anew,
To war, to war, my harp is due.
With glowing strings, the epic strain
To Jove's great son I raise again;
Alcides and his glorious deeds,
Beneath whose arm the Hydra bleeds.
All, all in vain; my wayward lyre
Wakes silver notes of soft desire.
Adieu, ye chiefs renown'd in arms!
Adieu the clang of war's alarms!
To other deeds my soul is strung,
And sweeter notes shall now be sung;
My harp shall all its powers reveal,
To tell the tale my heart must feel;
Love, Love alone, my lyre shall claim,
In songs of bliss and sighs of flame.
Why not elevate the appreciation to a higher more delicate and softer shade?
higher than the eagle
softer than the cotton
higher, higher than the cliff
softer, softer than the clouds
higher, higher, higher than the highest mountain
softer, softer, softer than the dust of the galaxies
do you feel it now? do you know where the apex is?
do you hear the sound of that vast empty space?
is that what you are looking for? now tell me if i have to go
back inward, inward, inside my heart, inside the molecular structures
of my blood corpuscle, the intricacies of my nerve endings,
the neurons, the positrons, the smallest particle possible inside us
do you feel it too? what do you see in there? is it not the same emptiness
that you have seen out there? now tell me where to go next? now, miss,
tell me what to do next? and i will always do it for you with all my love
with all my human kindness, with all my innate gladness.
tell me if i am lost, tell me if i have to give up hope, tell me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Roll Me Over
Now, this is number one,
And the fun has just begun.
Roll me over, lay me down,
And do it again.[CHORUS]
Roll me over, in the clover,
Roll me over, lay me down,
And do it again.
Now, this is number two,
And he's got me in a stew.
Roll me over, lay me down,
And do it again.[CHORUS]
Now, this is number three,
And his hand is on my knee.
Roll me over, lay me down,
And do it again.[CHORUS]
Now, this is number four,
And he's got me on the floor.
Roll me over, lay me down,
And do it again.[CHORUS]
Now, this is number five,
And his hand is on my thigh.
Roll me over, lay me down,
And do it again.[CHORUS]
Now, this is number six,
And he's got me in a fix.
Roll me over, lay me down,
And do it again.[CHORUS]
Now, this is number seven,
And it's just like being in heaven.
Roll me over, lay me down,
And do it again.[CHORUS]
Now, this is number eight,
And the doctor's at the gate.
Roll me over, lay me down,
And do it again.[CHORUS]
Now, this is number nine,
And the twins are doing fine.
Roll me over, lay me down,
And do it again.[CHORUS]
Now, this is number ten,
And he's started once again.
Roll me over, lay me down,
And do it again.
poem by Anonymous Americas
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Two Alike
Two Alike
Two Entities
Pulsating alike—
Two hearts
Beating alike—
Two minds
Throbbing alike—
Two souls
Singing alike!
Has anyone seen
Such a like
In this world
Where nothing is alike?
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Numerical Tyranny
Who conspired
this needless need for
the numbers?
Now we all live in fear of
the numbers
tremble at the feet of
the numbers
live our lives according to the demands of
the numbers
Identify ourselves by
the numbers
we've sold ourselves short with
the numbers
locked ourselves in a cell with
the numbers
no one believes they can escape
the numbers
our status our worth
our health our happiness
all dictated by
the numbers
Who are you?
Are you just another
number?
For if only we could see the truth behind
the numbers:
the truth being
there is only one number
that number is one
and that one stretches on
through infinitude.
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Lets Roll
Neil young
Lets roll
I know I said I love you
I know you know its true
I got to put the phone down
And do what we got to do
Ones standing in the aisle way
Two more at the door
We got to get inside there
Before they kill some more
Time is runnin out lets roll
Time is runnin out lets roll
No time for indecision we got to make a move
I hope that were forgiven for what we got to do
How this all got started Ill never understand
Hope someone can fly this thing and get us back to land
Time is runnin out lets roll
Time is runnin out lets roll
No one has the answer but one thing is true
You got to turn on evil when its coming after you
You gotta face it down and when it tries to hide
We gotta go in after it and never be denied
Time is runnin out lets roll
Lets roll for freedom
Lets roll for love
Going after satin on the wings of a dove
Lets roll for justice
Lets roll for truth
Lets not let our children grow up fearful in their youth
Time is runnin out lets roll
Time is runnin out lets roll
Time is runnin out lets roll
song performed by by Neil Young
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Love Is On A Roll
I cant work late
Although I need the money
Gotta get home to my lovin honey
Shell be there waitin
Waitin impatiently
Love is on a roll, love is on a good roll
Ah, love is on a roll
Ah, love is on a good roll
Im a songwriter
A professional dreamer
Mostly a singer but sometimes a screamer
I should know
If anybody knows at all
When love is on a roll, love is on a good roll
So I gotta go. I gotta get home early
Be with my woman soft and curvy
Makes me feel like a king and not a regular joe
Love is on a roll, love is on a good roll
Love is on a roll, love is on a good roll
song performed by by John Prine
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You Belong In Rock 'N Roll
Just the twinkling lights of heaven
Two reflections on the sparkling water
Hand in hand in love with love uh-huh
I love the cheap things that you say-a-say
You belong in rock 'n roll
You belong in rock 'n roll
You belong in rock 'n roll
Well so do I
I love how she moves me
It makes me feel alright
song performed by by David Bowie
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So Right
Roll out down to midnight
Then roll on downtown til its light
Because tomorrow we may die
Oh, but tonight were dancing in the faint light
Dont you rob yourself of what youre feeling
Dont rob yourself of all that you could be
Roll hard til midnight
Roll til its light
Come on now
Stay up and make some memories
Yeah, with us now
Roll the red carpet out with friends
To whom, to love and roll on
Our love is so right
I wont waste a minute here tonight
Our love is so right
And tonight my dance is all about you
To midnight love you,
Roll on and run the red lights
You know the game now is keep it tight
Oh, how I love your pretty rock-roll kisses
Come on and stay with me
Roll on and run the red lights
Come on, this love is so right
Stay up and make some memories
Yeah, with us now
To roll the red carpet out with friends
Oh, to love and roll on now
Our love is so right
I can taste
Were in it here tonight
Our love is so right
And tonight my dance
Is all about you
Im going crazy
And its all cause of you (its all cause of you)
Im going under, over you, over you...
This time is so alive
Everybodys tranced, dancing tonight
Oh so beautiful, and so strange
Oh, it was empty until you came...
Our love is so right
Forget the clouds that rain on your light
Our love is so right
Ill not forget how you look right now
Our love is so right
Remember lets just move together
Our love is so right
I swear it would last forever
Our love is so right
Forget the clouds that rain down on you
Our love is so right...
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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Farewell To The Muse
Thou Power! who hast ruled me through Infancy's days,
Young offspring of Fancy, 'tis time we should part;
Then rise on the gale this the last of my lays,
The coldest effusion which springs from my heart.
This bosom, responsive to rapture no more,
Shall hush thy wild notes, nor implore thee to sing;
The feelings of childhood, which taught thee to soar,
Are wafted far distant on Apathy's wing.
Though simple the themes of my rude flowing Lyre,
Yet even these themes are departed for ever;
No more beam the eyes which my dream could inspire,
My visions are flown, to return, alas, never!
When drain'd is the nectar which gladdens the bowl,
How vain is the effort delight to prolong!
When cold is the beauty which dwelt in my soul,
What magic of Fancy can lengthen my song?
Can the lips sing of Love in the desert alone,
Of kisses and smiles which they now must resign?
Or dwell with delight on the hours that are flown?
Ah, no! for those hours can no longer be mine.
Can they speak of the friends that I lived but to love?
Ah, surely Affection ennobles the strain!
But how can my numbers in sympathy move,
When I scarcely can hope to behold them again?
Can I sing of the deeds which my Fathers have done,
And raise my loud harp to the fame of my Sires?
For glories like theirs, oh, how faint is my tone!
For Heroes' exploits how unequal my fires!
Untouch'd, then, my Lyre shall reply to the blast--
'Tis hush'd; and my feeble endeavors are o'er;
And those who have heard it will pardon the past,
When they know that its murmurs shall vibrate no more.
And soon shall its wild erring notes be forgot,
Since early affection and love is o'ercast:
Oh! blest had my Fate been, and happy my lot,
Had the first strain of love been the dearest, the last.
Farewell, my young Muse! since we now can ne'er meet;
If our songs have been languid, they surely are few:
Let us hope that the present at least will be sweet--
The present--which seals our eternal Adieu.