Coleridge, Southy and Wordsworth
Like mightiest organ in full tone
Melodious grand is great Milton.
He did in lofty measures tell
How Satan, great archangel, fell,
When from heaven downward hurled,
And how he ruined this, our world,
So full of guile, he did deceive
Our simple hearted parent Eve,
Shows us how pardon is obtained,
And Paradise may be regained.
poem by James McIntyre
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The childhood shows the man,
As morning shows the day.
John Milton in Paradise Regained (1671)
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Life for Lord
Lord,
You bring the world to me,
The world full of knowledge,
The world full of greatness,
The world full of winner,
The world full of miracle,
The world full of shit,
The world full of Satan,
The world full of faggot,
and maggot
I worshipped you,
I wish to steal your heart,
I wish to have you,
I wish to be you,
I wish to like you,
So nobody will hurt me,
and kill me,
I am one,
I am you,
No,
I am me,
I am still me,
From beginning until the end..
poem by Nur Jawahir Mat Jan
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Poetry
THE POETRY OF CHAUCER
Grey with all honours of age! but fresh-featured and ruddy
As dawn when the drowsy farm-yard has thrice heard Chaunticlere.
Tender to tearfulness-childlike, and manly, and motherly;
Here beats true English blood richest joyance on sweet English ground.
THE POETRY OF SPENSER
Lakes where the sunsheen is mystic with splendour and softness;
Vales where sweet life is all Summer with golden romance:
Forests that glimmer with twilight round revel-bright palaces;
Here in our May-blood we wander, careering 'mongst ladies and knights.
THE POETRY OF SHAKESPEARE
Picture some Isle smiling green 'mid the white-foaming ocean; -
Full of old woods, leafy wisdoms, and frolicsome fays;
Passions and pageants; sweet love singing bird-like above it;
Life in all shapes, aims, and fates, is there warm'd by one great human heart.
THE POETRY OF MILTON
Like to some deep-chested organ whose grand inspiration,
Serenely majestic in utterance, lofty and calm,
Interprets to mortals with melody great as its burthen
The mystical harmonies chiming for ever throughout the bright spheres.
THE POETRY OF SOUTHEY
Keen as an eagle whose flight towards the dim empyrean
Fearless of toil or fatigue ever royally wends!
Vast in the cloud-coloured robes of the balm-breathing Orient
Lo! the grand Epic advances, unfolding the humanest truth.
THE POETRY OF COLERIDGE
A brook glancing under green leaves, self-delighting, exulting,
And full of a gurgling melody ever renewed -
Renewed thro' all changes of Heaven, unceasing in sunlight,
Unceasing in moonlight, but hushed in the beams of the holier orb.
THE POETRY OF SHELLEY
See'st thou a Skylark whose glistening winglets ascending
Quiver like pulses beneath the melodious dawn?
Deep in the heart-yearning distance of heaven it flutters -
Wisdom and beauty and love are the treasures it brings down at eve.
THE POETRY OF WORDSWORTH
A breath of the mountains, fresh born in the regions majestic,
That look with their eye-daring summits deep into the sky.
The voice of great Nature; sublime with her lofty conceptions,
Yet earnest and simple as any sweet child of the green lowly vale.
THE POETRY OF KEATS
The song of a nightingale sent thro' a slumbrous valley,
Low-lidded with twilight, and tranced with the dolorous sound,
Tranced with a tender enchantment; the yearning of passion
That wins immortality even while panting delirious with death.
poem by George Meredith
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Heaven And Hell
Imagine no Heaven and no Hell, these are words on which to dwell,
Written by a spiritually empty pen, this, to deceive a world of men.
Told to think about just today, ignoring what God’s Word does say,
Suggesting nothing about eternity, but only what their eyes can see.
But, there is a Heaven up above, a place in Eternity, filled with love,
The dwelling place of Eternal God, reigning above the earth we trod.
And there really is a Hell beneath, full of wailing and gnashing teeth.
The Hell Christ described my friend, is a lake of fire that has no end.
This man’s imagination will not last, when his life upon earth is past,
And indeed all men will face reality, when they pass on into eternity.
Heaven and Hell were spoke of, by Jesus Christ, who reigns above.
Hell was created by God for sin, that in mortal bodies reigns within,
Created for Satan and his crew, not initially intended for me or you,
A place in Heaven is prepared for us, who in Christ place their trust,
But, one thing that cannot enter in, the Glories of Heaven is our sin.
So Christ came as our sacrifice, to cleanse believers, for Paradise.
Up in Heaven not down in Hell, is where believers one day will dwell,
And not through vain imagination, but through God’s great Salvation.
Hell eternally is prepared for, Satan and all men who reject The Lord,
Far from a mindless interjection, it is for many their eternal selection.
(Copyright ©08/2007)
As You Look And As You Like it!
World is wonderful
and so are you,
If world is not wonderful,
Then so are you!
World is beautiful,
and so are you,
If world is not beautiful,
Then so are you!
World is mysterious
and so are you,
If would is not mysterious,
Then so are you,
World around is great
and so are you,
If not world around is great,
Then so are you,
World is full of desires
and so are you
If world is not full of desires,
And so are you.
world is full of love,
And So are you,
If world is not full of love,
Then so are you!
World is not stationary,
and so are you,
If World is not changing,
And so are you,
World is full of happiness,
And so are you,
If not it is full of happiness,
Then so are you!
Whatever you find in the world,
so are you,
World smiles at you,
If you smile at it,
World finds you, if you find it,
World likes you, if you like it
And everything looks like
As you look and as you like it!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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How Soon Hath Time
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,
Stoln on his wing my three and twentieth year!
My hasting days fly on wtih full career,
But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.
Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth,
That I to manhood am arrived so near,
And inward ripeness doth much less appear,
That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th.
Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow,
It shall be still in strictest measure even
To that same lot, however mean or high,
Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven;
All is, if I have grace to use it so,
As ever in my great Taskmaster's eye.
poem by John Milton
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The Poetry Of Milton
Like to some deep-chested organ whose grand inspiration,
Serenely majestic in utterance, lofty and calm,
Interprets to mortals with melody great as its burthen
The mystical harmonies chiming for ever throughout the bright
spheres.
poem by George Meredith
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God Is Real
God is real, but you don’t believe, as Satan wants to only deceive,
For Satan is real and so is Hell, his future state, not just for a spell,
Forever in the fire’s where he will be, in those flames for all eternity,
Where fires are never quenched, as Satan will be eternally benched.
All those who Satan shall deceive, judgment too, they shall receive,
And this because of their unbelief, to finish in a place with no relief;
Yes, God is a God of Love, but, must be true to what is spoken of,
Word’s recorded within His Word, Truths, I’m sure that you’ve heard.
For God sent His Only Son to die, to provide salvation to you and I,
To save us from sin’s dreaded curse; the judgment of, will be worse,
And Satan, God’s eternal enemy, only wants to deceive you and me,
For knowing his end, his only desire, is to see you in the lake of fire.
That curse began with Adam and Eve, as Satan slithered to deceive,
So to turn their trust away from God, with his cunning deceptive nod,
“God did not say” he uttered to Eve, so his words she would believe,
When she was deceived Paradise, became cursed with sin and strife.
But, God sent to the world His Son, to provide salvation to everyone,
To offer in place of sin and strife, for all, through Jesus, Eternal Life;
But, this Truth you can only conceive, when in God, you truly believe,
And He brings you into His Family, to live with Him now and eternally.
(Copyright ©03/2011)
Her Laughter (Revision of Her Laugh Divine)
Ah... her laughter,
Known to many, though they know not
That which is heard by the innocent suitor;
Happiness, never known before,
'Til she laughs in cadence divine:
The tone of lovers, happy in life,
The tone of angels who have passed from mankind
To glorious heaven;
The tone of nature in autumn and spring;
If only a light titter;
A quiet chortle;
Only heard a moment,
Still for life obtained:
The joy of her laughter
The joy of those soon to be wed;
The joy of life once saved;
The joy of parent's newborn;
The joy of men who know the light
The joyous tone of perfection....
This feeling, nearly an obsession;
This feeling of love,
Known only to those who have heard her laugh.
Genesis BK VI
(ll. 246-260) The Holy Lord, All-wielding God, with mighty hand
had wrought ten angel-orders in whom He trusted well, that they
would do Him service, and work His will. Therefore God gave them
reason, with His own hands shaped them, and established them in
bliss. But one He made so great and strong of heart, He let him
wield such power in heaven next unto God, so radiant-hued He
wrought him, so fair his form in heaven which God had given, that
he was like unto the shining stars. He should have sung his
Maker's praise, and prized his bliss in heaven. He should have
thanked his Lord for the great boon He showered on him in the
heavenly light, and let him long enjoy. But he turned him to a
worse thing, and strove to stir up strife against the Highest
Lord of heaven, who sitteth on the throne of glory.
(ll. 261-276) Dear was he to our Lord. Nor could it long be hid
from God that pride was growing in His angel's heart. He set
himself against his Leader, scoffed at God with boasting, and
would not serve Him. He said his form was beautiful and bright,
gleaming and fair of hue. Nor could he find it in his heart to
serve the Lord God, or be subject to Him. It seemed to him that
he had greater strength and larger following than Holy God might
have. Many words the angel spake in his presumption. By his own
power alone he thought to build a stronger throne and mightier in
heaven. He said his heart was urging him to toil, to build a
stately palace in the north and west. He said he doubted in his
heart if he would still be subject unto God:
(ll. 277-291) "Why should I slave?" quoth he. "I need not serve a
master. My hands are strong to work full many a wonder. Power
enough have I to rear a goodlier throne, a higher in the heavens.
Why should I fawn for His favour, or yield Him such submission?
I may be God as well as He! Brave comrades stand about me;
stout-hearted heroes who will not fail me in the fray. These
valiant souls have chosen me their lord. With such peers one may
ponder counsel, and gain a following. Devoted are these friends
and faithful-hearted; and I may be their lord and rule this
realm. It seemeth no wise right to me that I should cringe a
whit to God for any good. I will not serve Him longer."
(ll. 292-298) Now when God had heard all this, how His angel was
beginning to make presumptuous head against his Leader, speaking
rash words of insolence against his Lord, needs must he make
atonement for that deed, endure the woe of strife, and bear his
punishment, most grievous of all deaths. And so doth every man
who wickedly thinketh to strive with God, the Lord of might.
(ll. 299-319) Then Almighty God, High Lord of heaven, was filled
with wrath, and hurled him from his lofty throne. He had gained
his Master's hate, and lost His favour. God's heart was hardened
against him. Wherefore he needs must sink into the pit of
torment because he strove against the Lord of heaven. He
banished him from grace and cast him into hell, into the deep
abyss where he became a devil. The Fiend and all his followers
fell from heaven; three nights and days the angels fell from
heaven into hell. God changed them all to devils. Because they
heeded not His deed and word, therefore Almighty God hurled them
into darkness, deep under earth, crushed them and set them in the
mirk of hell. There through the never-ending watches of the
night the fiends endure an unremitting fire. Then at the dawn
cometh an east wind, and bitter frost, ever a blast of fire or
storm of frost. And each must have his share of suffering
wrought for his punishment. Their world was changed when God
filled full the pit of hell with His foes!
(ll. 320-322) But the angels who kept their faith with God dwelt
in the heights of heaven.
God’s Story of Grace
This darkened world and all its fury, is not the end of God’s Story,
In a world, which gets darker friend, as you page down to the end.
A story that began with three, God, The Son and Spirit of Eternity,
When God’s creation was so right; a Paradise of Peace and Light.
When God created all He would, He said to Christ “it is very good.”
In God’s perfection at its very best, the devil entered in with a test,
To deceive the very heart of man, in an attempt to foil God’s plan.
But, His plan did not end at all, when Satan caused man’s evil fall.
For Grace now enters the story; this for man, and for God’s Glory,
As God determines Satan’s fall, through The Son, The Lord of All.
Satan resolute to deceive all men, by Eternal God, is condemned,
And soon will be cast forevermore, into an eternal fire by our Lord.
However, Grace for us will surely last, long after Satan’s been cast,
The Grace from God, that we receive, when in Christ we do believe.
A Grace which God gives to us, who in God’s Son, place their trust,
To save us from the one destiny, that Satan and his angels will see.
So the story that began in Paradise, lead The Son to be a sacrifice,
As our Savior on a wicked tree, moved by His love for you and me,
To grant all believers Eternal Life, through The Savior, Jesus Christ,
Who shall take us out of this night, into life everlasting, in His Light.
Don't Forget who is your Father
God is Great
He created you and me so ladies and gentleman
he is the only person to praise and pray
Cause some of us we pray Alan people you pray him
who is him God is the one who created us
so guys help me to Thank him every time i'm sick i call him cause
he is the hiller the killer of diseases in the world
Help me to sing.
How great is our God sing with me how great is our God
all we sing is how great is our God age to age praise his
Great great great great great
great great great great great great great
great great great great great great great
great great great great great great great great great great great
GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD..
Thank you Help me pliz.
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Brutal Planet
We're spinning round on this ball of hate
There's no parole, there's no great escape
We're sentenced here until the end of days
And then my brother there's a price to pay
We're only human, we were born to die
Without the benefit of reason why
We live for pleasure - to be satisfied
And now it's over there's no place to hide
Why don't you, come down to
It's such a brutal planet
It's such an ugly world
Why won't you, come down to
"This world is such perfection" (What a sight)
"It's just like paradise" (For my eyes)
"A truly grand creation" (What a sight)
"From up here it looks so nice" (For my eyes)
It's such a brutal planet
It's such a living hell
It was a holy garden
That's right where Adam fell
It's where the bite was taken
It's where we chose to sin
It's where we first were naked
This is where our death begins
We took advice from that deceiving snake
He said don't worry it's a piece of cake
And sent us swimming in a burning lake
Now we're abandoned here for heaven's sake
Why don't you, come down to
It's such a brutal planet
It's such an ugly world
Why won't you, come down to
"This world is such perfection" (What a sight)
"It's just like paradise" (For my eyes)
"A truly grand creation" (What a sight)
"From up here it looks so nice" (For my eyes)
Here's where we keep the armies
Here's where we write their names
Here's where the money god is
Here's our famous hall of shame
Here's where we starve the hungry
Here's where we cheat the poor
Here's where we beat the children
Here is where we pay the who
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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A Death Of A Women
a death of a women is a lost for us
a lost of a great personality
a lost of some one special
a lost of a mother n a loving sister
a lost of a great wealth
a death of a women is full of cries
a death of a protected shield
a death of a key of paradise
a death of a trainer;
a taker carer
a death of a women,
is a death of our heaven
a death of a cheering smile
a death of a emotions n wishes
a death of a world!
poem by Angels beauty
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Sonnet VII: How soon hath Time, the Subtle Thief of Youth
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,
Stol'n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!
My hasting days fly on with full career,
But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.
Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth
That I to manhood am arriv'd so near;
And inward ripeness doth much less appear,
That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th.
Yet it be less or more, or soon or slow,
It shall be still in strictest measure ev'n
To that same lot, however mean or high,
Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heav'n:
All is, if I have grace to use it so
As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.
poem by John Milton
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Sonnet 07
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,
Stol'n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!
My hasting days fly on with full career,
But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.
Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth
That I to manhood am arriv'd so near;
And inward ripeness doth much less appear,
That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th.
Yet it be less or more, or soon or slow,
It shall be still in strictest measure ev'n
To that same lot, however mean or high,
Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heav'n:
All is, if I have grace to use it so
As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.
poem by John Milton
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The Man
Here comes he! The fool with sword
He don't know the language of pen
He purchased the cock for the Eggs
Requested him, please bring the Hen/
Flood of Blood is my desire, shouted
‘Mightiest man of mightiest world'
When yelled his tongue sprouted
And suddenly into the den it hurled//
poem by Aftab Alam Khursheed
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The World Is Full Of Idiots
the world is full of idiots: the dumbest you can find
the world is full of idiots: who never use their minds
the world is full of idiots: they drool upon themselves
the world is full of idiots: bodies gathering dust like unread books upon the shelves
the world is full of idiots: just like you and me
the world is full of idiots, as dumb as they can be!
the world is full of idiots: rageing war for fossil fuels
the world is full of idiots: when it is taught those who think: are just fools...
God, is this the world you have created?
1-The minds full of lust
The minds full of lies
2-The world full of darkness
The world full of dirts
3-The world full of people like you like me
Using beautiful words when we need
4-The world full of injustice
Both in West and East
5-The world full of women who have lost their purity
For earning property
6-The world full of hate
In each time, in each date
7-So many racism, so many contempt
So many people who always pretend
8-GOD,
Is this the world you created
9-GOD,
I am sick and tired of living
there haven't been anything interesting
for me on your earth
poem by Nader Baheri
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A Blissful Thought Of Heaven!
Heaven of transparent clouds cover full Moon tonight
Drowning me in dreaming thoughts of glossy white!
Fragrance of choicest flowers and melodious music
Make me dance among freshly blossoming flowers
Like the butter fly flies from flower to flower tasting
Nectar to disseminate love everywhere to enjoy bliss!
Without the dance of heavenly damsels it is incomplete;
The Stars of heaven are the dancing queens of Universe
Entertaining the lonesome poets and philosophers ever!
The spiraling nebula of Milky Way provides spiral stairs
To go down the heaven to the misty snow mountains of
World of paradise full of hills and valleys with water falls
Growing into streams and rivers to mingle with the ocean!
Life and love can be seen romantically flourishing here only
For birds, animals and humans to survive eternally long!
The map of heaven down to the Earth the soul travels
And returns after becoming perfect to the abode of heaven!
Until then how many troubles and tribulations all face
To get a clean chit and a ticket to the heaven all long, long!
poem by Ramesh T A
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