A Seventeenth-Century Song
She alone of Shepherdesses
With her blue disdayning eyes,
Wo'd not hark a Kyng that dresses
All his lute in sighes:
Yet to winne
Katheryn,
I elect for mine Emprise.
None is like her, none above her,
Who so lifts my youth in me,
That a littel more to love her
Were to leave her free!
But to winne
Katheryn,
Is mine utmost love's degree.
Distaunce, cold, delay, and danger,
Build the four walles of her bower;
She's noe Sweete for any stranger,
She's noe valley flower:
And to winne
Katheryn,
To her height my heart can Tower!
Uppe to Beautie's promontory
I will climb, not loudlie call
Perfect and escaping glory
Folly, if I fall:
Well to winne
Katheryn!
To be worth her is my all.
poem by Louise Imogen Guiney
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I wandered o'er the vast green plains of youth,
And searched for Pleasure. On a distant height
Fame's silhouette stood sharp against the skies.
Beyond vast crowds that thronged a broad highway
I caught the glimmer of a golden goal,
While from a blooming bower smiled siren Love.
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As past her bower I strode to seek my goal.
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Doth pleasure dwell companioned by the skies.'
But when I reached that summit near the skies,
So far from man I seemed, so far from Love-
'Not here, ' I cried, 'doth Pleasure find her way, '
Seen from the distant borderland of youth.
Fame smiles upon us from her sun-kissed height,
But frowns in shadows when we reach the goal.
Then were mine eyes fixed on that glittering goal,
Dear to all sense-sunk souls beneath the skies.
Gold tempts the artist from the lofty height,
Gold lures the maiden from the arms of Love,
Gold buys the fresh ingenuous heart of youth,
'And gold, ' I said, 'will show me Pleasure's way.'
But ah! the soil and discord of that way,
Where savage hordes rushed headlong to the goal,
Dead to the best impulses of their youth,
Blind to the azure beauty of the skies;
Dulled to the voice of conscience and of love,
They wandered far from Truth's eternal height.
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Saying: 'Thou didst pass Pleasure on the way,
She with the yearning eyes so full of Love,
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Lead straight to Pleasure. Ah, blind heart of youth,
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A Strange Gentlewoman Passing By His Window
As I out of a casement sent
Mine eyes as wand'ring as my thought,
Upon no certayne object bent,
But only what occasion brought,
A sight surpriz'd my hart at last,
Nor knewe I well what made it burne;
Amazement held me then so fast
I had no leasure to discerne.
Sure 'twas a Mortall, but her name,
Or happy parentage or place,
Or (that which did mee most inflame)
I cannot tell her very Face:
No; 'twere prophane to think I could,
And I should pitch my thoughts too lowe
If ever sett my love I should
On that which Art or Words can shewe.
Was ever man so vext before,
Or ever love so blind as this,
Which vows and wishes to implore,
And yet not knows for what to wish?
Thus children spend theyr wayward cryes,
Not knowing why they doe complayne;
Thus sicke men long for remedyes,
Not knowing what would ease theyr payne.
Some god call backe againe that sight;
Ile suffer double payne to boote,
For griefe and anger in mee fight
So strongly at no marke to shoote!
Not only meanes to winne her grace,
But meanes to seeke are barr'd from mee;
Despayre enforc't by such a case
Is not a sinne but miserie.
Pygmalion hold thine Image fast,
'Tis something to enjoy Love so:
Narcissus thou a shaddowe hast,
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Acting like a madman, Just want to get out of here,
Anxiety making me shake rocking back and forth,
Emotions full of pain, nowhere to run gotta get out of here,
Fear and chills down my back, Making noises afraid of the attack,
Like an animal in a cage just wanna break free,
This wild animal never tamed can't even think in this frame,
Just know I can't be contained any longer.
Killing thoughts feel like giving in,
Gotta shake this feeling of the easy way out,
Crying for help in silence, take away my anxiety,
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A Paralell Between Bowling And Preferment
Preferment, like a Game at bowles,
To feede our hope with diverse play
Heer quick it runnes, there soft it rowles:
The Betters make and shew the way.
As upper ground, so great Allies
Doe many cast on theyr desire:
Some uppe are thrust, and forc't to rise,
When those are stopt that would aspire.
Some whose heate and zeale exceed
Thrive well by Rubbs that curb theyr hast
Some that languish in theyr speede
Are cherisht by a gentle blast.
Some rest: and others cutting out
The same by whome themselves were made:
Some fetch a compasse farre about
And secretly the marke invade.
Some gett by knocke, and so advance
Theyr fortune by a boystrous ayme:
And some who have the sweetest chance
Theyr mistresse hitt, and winne the game.
The fayrest casts are those that owe
No thanks to Fortunes giddy sway:
Such honest men good bowles doe throw,
Whose owne true Byass cutts the way.
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When Ragyng Loue With Extreme Payne
When ragyng loue with extreme payne
Most cruelly distrains my hart:
When that my teares, as floudes of rayne,
Beare witnes of my wofull smart:
When sighes haue wasted so my breath,
That I lye at the poynte of death:
I call to minde the nauye greate,
That the Grekes brought to Troye towne:
And how the boysteous windes did beate
Their shyps, and rente their sayles adowne,
Till Agamemnons daughters bloode
Appeasde the goddes, that them withstode.
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Before the Grekes had Helene wonne.
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Was all to winne a ladye fayre:
Shall I not learne to suffer then,
And thinke my life well spent to be,
Seruyng a worthier wight than she?
Therfore I neuer will repent,
But paynes contented stil endure.
For like as when, rough winter spent,
The pleasant spring straight draweth in vre:
So after ragyng stormes of care
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Love Can Build A Bridge
I'd gladly walk across the desert
With no shoes upon my feet
To share with you the last bite
Of bread I had to eat
I'd would swim out to save you
In your sea of broken dreams
When all your hopes are sinking
Let me show you what love means
Love can build a bridge
Between your heart and mine
Love can build a bridge
Don't you think it's time?
Don't you think it's time?
I would whisper love so loudly
Every heart could understand
That love and only love
Can join the tribes of man
I would give my heart's desire
So that you might see
The first step is to realize
That it all begins with you and me
Love can build a bridge
Between your heart and mine
Love can build a bridge
Don't you think it's time?
Don't you think it's time?
When we stand together
It's our finest hour
We can do anything, anything
Anything, anything
Keep believin' in the power
Love can build a bridge
Between your heart and mine
Love can build a bridge
Don't you think it's time?
Don't you think it's time?
Love and only love
Love and only love
song performed by by Cher
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Coridon to his Phillis
Alas my hart, mine eye hath wrongèd thee,
Presumptious eye, to gaze on Phillis face:
Whose heavenly eye no mortall man may see
But he must die, or purchase Phillis grace.
Poor Coridon, the Nimph whose eye doth moove thee,
Dooth love to draw, but is not drawne to love thee.
Her beautie, Nature's pride, and sheepheards praise,
Her eye, the heavenly Planet of my life:
Her matchlesse wit and grace, her fame displaies,
As if that love had made her for his wife.
Onely, her eyes shoote fierie darts to kill,
Yet is her hart as cold as Caucase hill.
My wings too weake to flye against the Sunne,
Mine eyes unable to sustaine her light,
My hart doth yeeld that I am quite undone,
Thus hath faire Phillis slaine me with her sight.
My bud is blasted, withred is my leafe
And all my corne is rotted in the sheafe.
Phillis, the golden fetter of my minde,
My fancie's Idoll, and my vitall power:
Goddesse of Nimphs, and honour of thy kinde,
This Age's Phoenix, Beautie's richest bower.
Poore Coridon for love of thee must die:
Thy beautie's thrall and conquest of thine eye.
Leave Coridon to plough the barren field,
Thy buds of hope are blasted with disgrace:
For Phillis' lookes no harty love doo yeeld,
Nor can she love, for all her lovely face.
Die Coridon, the spoile of Phillis' eye:
She cannot love, and therefore thou must die.
Finis.
poem by Sir Edward Dyer
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Sanjazz Megamix
Featuring you came, you keep me hangin on, the second time, cant get enough (of your love), never trust a stranger and stone.
All right, its time to get up and dance a bit
All right!
All right!
All right!
Because you came and changed the way I feel
No-one could love you more
Because you came and turned my life around
No-one could take your place
Someone I know is staring at me
And when I look into her eyes
I see a girl that I used to be
I hardly recognise
Cos in the space of a year
Ive watched the old me disappear
All of the things I once held precious
Just dont mean anything anymore
Cos suddenly
You came
You
You
You
Keep me hangin on
Set me free why dont cha babe
Get out of my life why dont cha babe
cause you dont really need me
You just keep me hangin on
You say you still care for me
But your heart and soul needs to be free
And now that youve got your freedom
You wanna still hold on to me
You dont want me for yourself
So let me find somebody else
Set me free why dont cha babe
Get out of my life why dont cha babe
cause you dont really love me
You just keep me hangin on
Oh
Never trust a stranger with your heart
With your heart
Just do it...
Dont wanna know about vacations in this cheap motel
Dont wanna know about your sea green curtains
Cos all I want n all I need is just some time with you
Dont complicate it - just do it once again
Just go for it
Just go for the second time
Just go for it
Ooh
I cant get enough of your love
Cos its true
Oh
I cant help myself from crying over you
I cant get enough of your love
Yeah Im dying cos its true
I cant get enough of your love
Im a prisoner who can never leave
Someone that you use anytime you please
But I never want you to set me free
Cos Im addicted to this love disease
And the fever rages in my soul
Begging you to want me and take control
But come tommorow youll let me go
To find another foolish heart I know
As I face another lonely night
A different lover will hold you tight
Its not right
I cant help myself from crying over you
I cant get enough of your love
Yeah Im dying cos its true
I cant get enough of your love
Never trust a stranger I knew there was a danger
But couldnt resist
The touch of a stranger
The thrill of his kiss
Cos this time
I thought it was love
I thought it was heaven
Having the time of my life
I know its not true
Oh never trust a stranger with your heart
Oh no, never trust a stranger with your heart
Most people wake
From a nightmare to find
Everythings great
It was all in their mind
So am I still sleeping
Or is this all real
If I keep on pinching myself
Will the fear disappear, oh no
Its like a stone hanging over our heads
Ready to blow
Cos this is our time
Youve got to believe
That its yours and its mine
(dont you know)
Cos this is your time
Youve got to believe
That its yours and its mine
(dont you know)
song performed by by Kim Wilde
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Knew You
I knew you before you knew
Who you wanted to be
Now I see the new you
She's a perfect stranger to me
Loves unkind, for I find
If only saw, the best of you
But my mind, not so blind
Showed my heart the rest of you
Scheming lies and alibis
That butter wouldn't melt disguise
With happy ever after eyes
That made a fool of me
I knew you before you knew
Who you wanted to be
Now I see the new you
She's a perfect stranger to me
She's a perfect stranger to me
Love is cruel It makes a fool
Of one who thought we had it all
All bridges burned, the lesson learned
You never really loved at all
Now you're gone, I'm on my own
Don't come around, don't even phone
Please leave a happy man alone
And we can both be free
I knew you before you knew
Who you wanted to be
Now I see the new you
She's a perfect stranger to me
She's a perfect stranger to me
song performed by by Ub40
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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[John Fihijin]
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The sunny days did also,
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To love and never let go,
To care and never leave
To be mine and always mine
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To feel your touch on and on,
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You and I, we are born to fly,
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Yes you wanna be mine,
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Thats what I call love,
Just me and you alone,
Loving is right and leaving is wrong,
Stay with me for long,
Such love is so strong,
Babie always be mine
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The warmth you bring my love,
The tenderness like a dove,
Your breath so warm,
Always love me my love,
And I will always be yours,
So shall you always be mine
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Little Flower Of Mine
Spring has come once more
with a gentle wind in the rays of the sun.
Here stands a little flower among the country plains.
Little flower of mine,
You’re the rose among lilies that blossoms in all its grace.
Little flower of mine
I love your radiance of red,
and your quiet strength amid the storm.
Little flower of mine,
inspite of wind and rain you grew and grew still.
Little flower of mine
you’re the apple of mine eye,
you’re the flower that never dies.
Little flower of mine,
You’re my inspiration and joy indeed.
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