Pax Deorum
domine ovenit eo sacramentum (discesm) eo deo
domine ovenit eo sacramentum (discesm) eo deo
domine ovenit eo sacramentum (discesm) eo deo...
athairarneamhdialinn..athairarneamhdialiom
Omnem crede diem tibi diluxisse supremum.
Omnem crede diem tibi diluxisse supremum.
song performed by by Enya from The Memory Of Trees
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Electric Blue
Electric blue eyes, where did you come from
Electric blue eyes, who sent you
Electric blue eyes, always be near me
Electric blue eyes, I need you
Domine, domine, deus
Domine, adiuva me
Domine, domine, deus
Domine, adiuva me
Hey, eh, hey, eh
If you should go, you should know I love you
If you should go, you should know Im here
Always be near me, guardian angel
Always be near me, theres no fear
Domine, domine, deus
Domine, adiuva me
Domine, domine, deus
Domine, adiuva me
Hey, eh, hey, eh
song performed by by Cranberries
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Benedicts
Original Latin lyrics:
Benedictus qui est venit
In nomine Domine
In nomine
In nomine
In nomine Domine
In nomine Domine
In nomine
In nomine
In nomine Domine
English translation:
Blessed are those who have come
In the name of the Lord
In the name
In the name
In the name of the Lord
In the name of the Lord
In the name
In the name
In the name of the Lord
song performed by by Simon & Garfunkel
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Upon An Eunuch; A Poet. Fragment
Nec sterilem te crede; Licet, mulieribus exul,
Falcem virginiae nequeas immitere messi,
Et nostro peccare modo. Tibi Fama perenne
Praegnabit; rapiesque novem de monse Sorores;
Et pariet modulos Echo repetita Nepotes.
poem by Andrew Marvell
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March Of The Monks Of Bangor
When the heathen trumpet's clang
Round beleaguer'd Chester rang,
Veiled nun and friar grey
March'd from Bangor's fair Abbaye;
High their holy anthem sounds,
Cestria's vale the hymn rebounds,
Floating down the silvan Dee,
O miserere, Domine!
On the long procession goes,
Glory round their crosses glows,
And the Virgin-mother mild
In their peaceful banner smiled;
Who could think such saintly band
Doom'd to feel unhallow'd hand?
Such was the Divine decree,
O miserere, Domine!
Bands that masses only sung,
Hands that censers only swung,
Met the northern bow and bill,
Heard the war-cry wild and shrill:
Woe to Brockmael's feeble hand
Woe to Olfrid's bloody brand,
Woe to Saxon cruelty,
O miserere, Domine!
Weltering amid warriors slain,
Spurn'd by steeds with bloody mane,
Slaughter'd down by heathen blade,
Bangor's peaceful monks are laid:
Word of parting rest unspoke,
Mass unsung, and bread unbroke;
For their souls for charity,
O miserere, Domine!
Bangor! o'er the murder wail!
Long thy ruins told the tale,
Shatter'd towers and broken arch
Long recall'd the woeful march:
On thy shrine no tapers burn,
Never shall thy priests return;
The pilgrim sighs and sings for thee,
O miserere, Domine!
poem by Sir Walter Scott
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The Willow-Tree
Know ye the willow-tree
Whose gray leaves quiver,
Whispering gloomily
To yon pale river;
Lady, at even-tide
Wander not near it,
They say its branches hide
A sad, lost spirit?
Once to the willow-tree
A maid came fearful,
Pale seemed her cheek to be,
Her blue eye tearful;
Soon as she saw the tree,
Her step moved fleeter,
No one was there—ah me!
No one to meet her!
Quick beat her heart to hear
The far bell's chime
Toll from the chapel-tower
The trysting time:
But the red sun went down
In golden flame,
And though she looked round,
Yet no one came!
Presently came the night,
Sadly to greet her,—
Moon in her silver light,
Stars in their glitter;
Then sank the moon away
Under the billow,
Still wept the maid alone—
There by the willow!
Through the long darkness,
By the stream rolling,
Hour after hour went on
Tolling and tolling.
Long was the darkness,
Lonely and stilly;
Shrill came the night-wind,
Piercing and chilly.
Shrill blew the morning breeze,
Biting and cold,
Bleak peers the gray dawn
Over the wold.
Bleak over moor and stream
Looks the grey dawn,
Gray, with dishevelled hair,
Still stands the willow there—
THE MAID IS GONE!
Domine, Domine!
Sing we a litany,—
Sing for poor maiden-hearts broken and weary;
Domine, Domine!
Sing we a litany,
Wail we and weep we a wild Miserere!
poem by William Makepeace Thackeray
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My God
If I should find myself in blackest night,
And fear is stabbin' me all over,
A tiny prayer cracks the dark with light,
And I here sounds behind my wall.
Inside, a still small voice, it calls and calls.
Then like a thunder bolt it falls and falls:
My God!
When life becomes more real than children's games,
Or we've become too old to play them,
We'll grow old gracefully,
We'll hide our shame. but there's that voice behind the wall.
And like my conscience, it is still and small.
Each word is mercy, protects us all:
My God!
"Et in lux perpetuo"
"Deu domine"
"Et in pax aeternus"
"Deu domine"
I was a boy, when tempted, fell sometimes,
And fell so low, no one could see me,
Save for the eyes of Him that sees my crime.
When sheep, like me, have drifted lost,
All frightened children who are tempest tossed,
Down flies His wrath like an albatross:
My God
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Carpe diem
Carpe diem
Sieze the day
As I meditate
Things appears to be out of control
Yet, I shall still pursue and overtake
Anyway
Carpe diem
Is what I say
After all
Saper vedere
As I realize
that it is
mind over matter
Which helps
along the way?
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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La Mia Lente
Per chi la solitudine
a volte un'amica
come un cerotto
su una ferita,
per chi non si rialzer pi
perch il dolore schiaccia
il dolore butta gi
E per chi crede che no
sopportarsi a vivere
insieme non si pu
e non vuole provarci pi
Ed per questo
che anche se il finale
non ce l'ho
comunque il nostro libro
lo scriver...
E Perch tu sei, la mia
lente con cui
guardo nel futuro
per capire dove andrei
E perch tu sei,
il soggetto su cui
questo libro scriverei
o meglio scriveremo io e te
Per chi ha dimenticato che
ci ha creduto s
comunque in fondo
ancora ci crede un po'
Per chi non si scoprir pi
perch il dolore schiaccia
il dolore butta gi
E per chi non crede
che si pu
perch un uomo non
solo ci che stato
ma anche ci
che potrebbe essere
Ed per questo che
anche se il finale non ce l'ho
comunque questo libro
lo scriver ..
E Perch tu sei, la mia
lente con cui...
song performed by by Eiffel 65
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The Wet Litany
When the waters' countenance
Blurs 'twixt glance and second glance;
When our tattered smokes forerun
Ashen 'neath a silvered sun;
When the curtain of the haze
Shuts upon our helpless ways--
Hear the Channel Fleet at sea:
Libera nos Domine!
When the engines' bated pulse
Scarcely thrills the nosing hulls;
When the wash along the side
Sounds, a-sudden, magnified;
When the intolerable blast
Marks each blindfold minute passed;
When the fog-buoy's squattering flight
Guides us 'through the haggard night;
When the warning bugle blows;
When the lettered doorway's close;
When our brittle townships press,
Impotent, on emptiness;
When the unseen leadsmen lean
Questioning a deep unseen;
When their lessened count they tell
To a bridge invisible;
When the hid and perilous
Cliffs return our cry to us;
When the treble thickness spread
Swallows up our next-ahead;
When her sirens frightened whine
Shows her sheering out of line;
When--her passage undiscerned--
We must turn where she has turned,
Hear the Channel Fleet at sea:
Libera nos Domine!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Ad Se Ipsum
DEAR sir, good-morrow! Five years back,
When you first girded for this arduous track,
And under various whimsical pretexts
Endowed another with your damned defects,
Could you have dreamed in your despondent vein
That the kind God would make your path so plain?
Non nobis, domine! O, may He still
Support my stumbling footsteps on the hill!
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Nu si eu
Pasesti afara din viata mea, intr-un loc al tau, unde eu nu te pot urma, nu pentru ca nu as vrea
dar pentru ca tu nu vrei ca eu sa te urmez.
Cred ca ti-e frica, de iubire
sa nu te raneasca din nou,
dar a mea nu e ca a lor,
iubirea mea nu va decide niciodata, ca s-a saturat de tine,
si nici eu, si orice ar crede lumea despre mine,
orice ai crede tu despre mine
nu as fi ales alt pat, in care sa dorm
daca altcineva in afara de tine s-ar afla in el.
Daca ai stii, cat de multe lucruri,
as fi facut pentru tine, cat de mult..
poate atunci ai fi ales sa stai.
poem by Serban Raducu Bogdan
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Portii Licinii
PORTII LICINII.
Si Phoebi soror es, mando tibi, Delia, causam,
Scilicet, ut fratri quae peto verba feras:
Marmore Sicanio struxi tibi, Delphice, templum,
Et levibus calamis candida verba dedi.
Nunc, si nos audis, atque es divinus Apollo,
Dic mihi, qui nummos non habet unde petat.
ENGLISHED.
If you are Phoebus sister, Delia, pray,
This my request unto the Sun convay:
O Delphick god, I built thy marble fane,
And sung thy praises with a gentle cane,
Now, if thou art divine Apollo, tell,
Where he, whose purse is empty, may go fill.
poem by Richard Lovelace
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Il Tema Dei Monkees
Ecco qua
Passiamo noi
E la gente ci guarda
Ed ammir con voi
Ci chiamano I monkees,
E siamo meno matti di chi
Si crede piu' intelligente
Di noi che la pensiamo cosi.
Dovunque parliamo
Non e' giusto mai
Ce' sempre qualcuno che
Ne sa piu' di noi.
Ci chiamano I monkees
E siamo meno matti di chi
Si crede piu' intelligente
Di noi che la pensiamo cosi'
Ci chiamano I monkees...
Translation!
Here we are
We are passing by
And people are looking at us
And they admire us with you.
They call us the monkees
And we are less crazy than those
Who think are more intelligent
Than us who think this way.
Everywhere we talk
Its never right
Theres always someone
Who knows more than us.
They call us the monkees
And we are less crazy than those
Who think are more intelligent
Than us who think this way.
Ci chiamano I monkees....
song performed by by Monkees
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Heretics All
Heretics all, whoever you may be,
In Tarbes or Nimes, or over the sea,
You never shall have good words from me.
Caritas non conturbat me.
But Catholic men that live upon wine
Are deep in the water, and frank, and fine;
Wherever I travel I find it so,
Benedicamus Domino.
On childing women that are forelorn,
And men that sweat in nothing but scorn:
That is on all that ever were born,
Miserere Domine.
To my poor self on my deathbed,
And all my dear companions dead,
Because of the love that I bore them,
Dona Eis Requiem.
poem by Hilaire Belloc
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Torna A Casa
Torna a casa
E metti via
Ogni aspirazione che hai
Torna a casa
Che oramai
Ti sei fottuto lo sai... yeh
Torna a casa
Vai regolare
Che tanto non c'e' piu' niente da fare
Torna a casa
Hai perso il treno
Almeno adesso lo sai almeno
Che c'e' ancora lei
Lei che crede in te
Vai e non voltarti!
Torna a casa
E' gia' mattina
Anche se non hai niente da dire
Torna a casa
Hey bambina
Raccogli i pezzi di questo cuore.
Torna a casa
Che s ei una roccia
Puoi cambiarti i vestiti e la faccia
Torna a casa
Con l'ultimo treno
Almeno adesso lo sai almeno
Che c'e' ancora lei
Lei che crede in te
Dai eh non odiarti!
Eh vai eh non voltarti
Ogni cosa si aggiusta
Eh dai non odiarti
song performed by by Zucchero
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Way To Eternity
(curly m.c.)
Latin chant (media vita in morte sumus)
...quem quaerimus adjutorem, nisi te, domine...
Sancte deus, sancte fortis, sancte
Misericors salvator, amarae morti ne tradas nos.
(translation:
...we search the helper, if not you, lord...
Divine god, sacred firm, holy [and]
Merciful
Savior, dont hand us conscientiously
Over to [the] bitter death. )
song performed by by Enigma
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The Birds
When Jesus Christ was four years old
The angels brought Him toys of gold,
Which no man ever had bought or sold.
And yet with these He would not play.
He made Him small fowl out of clay,
And blessed them till they flew away:
Tu creasti Domine
Jesus Christ, Thou child so wise,
Bless mine hands and fill mine eyes,
And bring my soul to Paradise.
poem by Hilaire Belloc
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Idem Latine Redditum
Heu inimicitias quoties parit æmula forma,
Quam raro pulchrae, pulchra placere potest!
Sed fines ultrà solitos discordia tendit,
Cum flores ipsos bilis et ira movent.
Hortus ubi dulces præbet tacitosque recessûs,
Se rapit in partes gens animosa duas,
Hic sibi regales Amaryllis candida cultûs,
Illic purpureo vindicat ore Rosa.
Ira Rosam et meritis quæsita superbia tangunt,
Multaque ferventi vix cohibenda sinû,
Dum sibi fautorum ciet undique nomina vatûm,
Iusque suum, multo carmine fulta, probat.
Altior emicat illa, et celso vertice nutat,
Ceu flores inter non habitura parem,
Fastiditque alios, et nata videtur in usûs,
Imperii, sceptrum, Flora quod ipsa gerat.
Nec Dea non sensit civilis murmura rixæ,
Cui curæ est pictas pandere ruris opes.
Deliciasque suas nunquam non prompta tueri,
Dum licet et locus est, ut tueatur, adest.
Et tibi forma datur procerior omnibus, inquit,
Et tibi, principibus qui solet esse, color,
Et donec vincat quædam formosior ambas,
Et tibi reginæ nomen, et esto tibi.
His ubi sedatus furor est, petit utraque nympham
Qualem inter Veneres Anglia sola parit;
Hanc penes imperium est, nihil optant amplius, hujus
Regnant in nitidis, et sine lite, genis.
poem by William Cowper
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Gloria
I try to sing this song.
I try to stand up.
But I cant find my feet.
I try, I try to speak up.
But only in you Im complete.
Gloria, in te domine
Gloria, exultate
Oh lord, loosen my lips?
I try to sing this song.
I try to get in,
But I cant find the door.
The door is open.
Youre standing there,
Let me in.
Gloria, gloria
Oh lord, if I have anything, anything at all,
Ill give it to you.
Gloria, gloria
song performed by by U2
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Carpe per diem - seize the check.
quote by Robin Williams
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