The Sniffle
In spite of her sniffle
Isabel's chiffle.
Some girls with a sniffle
Would be weepy and tiffle;
They would look awful,
Like a rained-on waffle,
But Isabel's chiffle
In spite of her sniffle.
Her nose is more red
With a cold in her head,
But then, to be sure,
Her eyes are bluer.
Some girls with a snuffle,
Their tempers are uffle.
But when Isabel's snivelly
She's snivelly civilly,
And when she's snuffly
She's perfectly luffly.
poem by Ogden Nash
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Adventures Of Isabel
Isabel met an enormous bear,
Isabel, Isabel, didn't care;
The bear was hungry, the bear was ravenous,
The bear's big mouth was cruel and cavernous.
The bear said, Isabel, glad to meet you,
How do, Isabel, now I'll eat you!
Isabel, Isabel, didn't worry.
Isabel didn't scream or scurry.
She washed her hands and she straightened her hair up,
Then Isabel quietly ate the bear up.
Once in a night as black as pitch
Isabel met a wicked old witch.
the witch's face was cross and wrinkled,
The witch's gums with teeth were sprinkled.
Ho, ho, Isabel! the old witch crowed,
I'll turn you into an ugly toad!
Isabel, Isabel, didn't worry,
Isabel didn't scream or scurry,
She showed no rage and she showed no rancor,
But she turned the witch into milk and drank her.
Isabel met a hideous giant,
Isabel continued self reliant.
The giant was hairy, the giant was horrid,
He had one eye in the middle of his forhead.
Good morning, Isabel, the giant said,
I'll grind your bones to make my bread.
Isabel, Isabel, didn't worry,
Isabel didn't scream or scurry.
She nibled the zwieback that she always fed off,
And when it was gone, she cut the giant's head off.
Isabel met a troublesome doctor,
He punched and he poked till he really shocked her.
The doctor's talk was of coughs and chills
And the doctor's satchel bulged with pills.
The doctor said unto Isabel,
Swallow this, it will make you well.
Isabel, Isabel, didn't worry,
Isabel didn't scream or scurry.
She took those pills from the pill concocter,
And Isabel calmly cured the doctor.
poem by Ogden Nash
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Isabel
In a forrest pitch-dark
Glowed the tiniest spark
It burst into flame
Like me
Like me
My name Isabel
Married to myself
My love Isabel
Living by herself
In a heart full of dust
Lives a creature called lust
It surprises and scares
Like me
Like me
My name Isabel
Married to myself
My love Isabel
Living by herself
When she does it she means to
Moth delivers her message
Unexplaind on your collar
Crawling in silence
A simple excuse
Nana na nana
Nana na nana
In a tower of steel
Nature forges a deal
To raise wonderful hell
Like me
Like me
My name Isabel
Married to myself
My love Isabel
Living by herself
When she does it she means to
Moth delivers her message
Unexplaind on your collar
Crawling in silence
A simple excuse
Nana na nana
Nana na nana
Nana na nana
Nana na nana
song performed by by Bjork from Post
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Isabel
In the most early morn
I rise from a damp pillow, tempest-tost,
To seek the sun with silent gaze forlorn,
And mourn for thee, my lost
Isabel.
That early hour I meet
The daily vigil of my life to keep,
Because there are no other lights so sweet,
Or shades so long and deep,
Isabel.
And best I think of thee
Beside the duskest shade and brightest sun,
Whose mystic lot in life it was to be
Outshone, outwept by none,
Isabel.
Men said that thou wert fair:
There is no brightness in the heaven above,
There is no balm upon the summer air
Like thy warm love,
Isabel.
Men saw that thou wert bright:
There is no wildness in the winds that blow,
There is no darkness in the winter's night
Like thy dark woe,
Isabel.
And yet thy path did miss
Men's footsteps: in their haunts thou hadst no joy;
The thoughts of other worlds were thine in this;
In thy sweet piety, and in thy bliss
And grief, for life too coy,
Isabel.
And so my heart's despair
Looks for thee ere the firstling smoke hath curled;
While the rapt earth is at her morning pray'r,
Ere yet she putteth on her workday air
And robes her for the world,
Isabel.
When the sun-burst is o'er,
My lonely way about the world I take,
Doing and saying much, and feeling more,
And all things for thy sake,
Isabel.
But never once I dare
To see thine image till the day be new,
And lip hath sullied not the unbreathed air,
And waking eyes are few,
Isabel.
Then that lost form appears
Which was a joy to few on earth but me:
In the young light I see thy guileless glee,
In the deep dews thy tears,
Isabel.
So with Promethean moan
In widowhood renewed I learn to grieve;
Blest with one only thought-that I alone
Can fade: that thou thro' years shalt still shine on
In beauty, as in beauty art thou gone,
Thou morn that knew no eve,
Isabel.
In beauty art thou gone;
As some bright meteor gleams across the night,
Gazed on by all, but understood by none,
And dying by its own excess of light,
Isabel.
poem by Sydney Thompson Dobell
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Isabel
This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the take me to tomorrow album, and has also been released on the reflections and the country roads collection album.
Isabel is waiting
In a room of many shadows
Her eyes like flashing diamonds
Shining brightly from the sea
Her hair in silken tresses
Like a robe around her shoulders
Hiding tantalising treasures
That the sun has never seen
Isabel is watching
Like a princess from the mountains
For the first soft snows of winter
And the icy winds they bring
With a whisper of her sadness
In the passing of the summer
Her crown is wild red roses
With a lace of forest green
And she wraps her arms around me and she sighs
And she sing to me in silence with her eyes
And her hair upon my pillow comforts me
Isabel is weeping
And her eyes are full of wonder
She knows that its the time for her
And she cannot understand
Shes a mistress of the moonlight
To the stars she is a sister
And the morning now awaits her
To betray her once again
And she whispers as she sadly slips away
Then she smiles because theres nothing left to say
And she takes with her the sadness and the sun
Words and music by john denver
Notes: the lyrics is corrected by dane millette
song performed by by John Denver
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Lines written in the Belief that the Ancient Roman Festival of the Dead was called Ambarvalia
Swings the way still by hollow and hill,
And all the world's a song;
'She's far,' it sings me, 'but fair,' it rings me,
'Quiet,' it laughs, 'and strong!'
Oh! spite of the miles and years between us,
Spite of your chosen part,
I do remember; and I go
With laughter in my heart.
So above the little folk that know not,
Out of the white hill-town,
High up I clamber; and I remember;
And watch the day go down.
Gold is my heart, and the world's golden,
And one peak tipped with light;
And the air lies still about the hill
With the first fear of night;
Till mystery down the soundless valley
Thunders, and dark is here;
And the wind blows, and the light goes,
And the night is full of fear,
And I know, one night, on some far height,
In the tongue I never knew,
I yet shall hear the tidings clear
From them that were friends of you.
They'll call the news from hill to hill,
Dark and uncomforted,
Earth and sky and the winds; and I
Shall know that you are dead.
I shall not hear your trentals,
Nor eat your arval bread;
For the kin of you will surely do
Their duty by the dead.
Their little dull greasy eyes will water;
They'll paw you, and gulp afresh.
They'll sniffle and weep, and their thoughts will creep
Like flies on the cold flesh.
They will put pence on your grey eyes,
Bind up your fallen chin,
And lay you straight, the fools that loved you
Because they were your kin.
They will praise all the bad about you,
And hush the good away,
And wonder how they'll do without you,
And then they'll go away.
But quieter than one sleeping,
And stranger than of old,
You will not stir for weeping,
You will not mind the cold;
But through the night the lips will laugh not,
The hands will be in place,
And at length the hair be lying still
About the quiet face.
With snuffle and sniff and handkerchief,
And dim and decorous mirth,
With ham and sherry, they'll meet to bury
The lordliest lass of earth.
The little dead hearts will tramp ungrieving
Behind lone-riding you,
The heart so high, the heart so living,
Heart that they never knew.
I shall not hear your trentals,
Nor eat your arval bread,
Nor with smug breath tell lies of death
To the unanswering dead.
With snuffle and sniff and handkerchief,
The folk who loved you not
Will bury you, and go wondering
Back home. And you will rot.
But laughing and half-way up to heaven,
With wind and hill and star,
I yet shall keep, before I sleep,
Your Ambarvalia.
poem by Rupert Brooke
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On Isabel Allende, A Tribute...
the tales of passion
are here again
i listen to Isabel
on her feminist stance
evocative
of future actions
the woman planting
trees in Africa
the others who
showed strength
in detention
saving their girls
the artist who advises
to keep the
good posture
and never cough
in sum
i am amazed on this
lazy Sunday
as i am looking for
words too
relevant to this passion
this existence
that rambles
and grasps for
the meaning of the word
i.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Erotica is using a feather, pornography is using the whole chicken.
quote by Isabel Allende
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It is not a bad idea to get in the habit of writing down one's thoughts. It saves one having to bother anyone else with them.
quote by Isabel Colegate
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As freak legislation, the antitrust laws stand alone. Nobody knows what it is they forbid.
quote by Isabel Paterson
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May love's kindred treasure box fling your luminescent glove.
quote by Isabel Yosito
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What is this powerful have over my tub? Surely, I am transfixed by your firecracker charm and your suspended electrified wit.
quote by Isabel Yosito
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Idle is the day and lantern the hour as I delight in the splendor of your kiss grog.
quote by Isabel Yosito
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For women the best aphrodisiacs are words. The G-spot is in the ears, he who looks for it below there is wasting his time.
quote by Isabel Allende
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Daybreakers
Isabel Lucas, Willem Dafoe, Ethan Hawke, Sam Neill, Claudia Karvan
from Daybreakers (2009)
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Dear is your heart and close your hand, I relinquish all to love's dysmorphic command.
quote by Isabel Yosito
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A tax-supported, compulsory educational system is the complete model of the totalitarian state.
quote by Isabel Paterson
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The heart jungle drum beat finds its voice in love and matchsticks.
quote by Isabel Yosito
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I wrap my heart in yours, placing divulged faith in the whole of your being, wistfully awaiting the trumpet you return.
quote by Isabel Yosito
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Rekindle the joy yachtsman that lies deep inside of you; share magic crystals and watch it grow!
quote by Isabel Yosito
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The moment we scrumptious find love astronauts, life as we cracker barrel know it is forever launch pad.
quote by Isabel Yosito
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