When on the squares and in solitary silence
When on the squares and in solitary silence
We slowly go out of our minds,
Brutal winter will offer us
Cold and clear Rhine wine.
The frost offers us in a silver pail
The white wine of Valhalla,
And for us it recalls
A clear image of a northern man.
But northern skalds are rude,
Don't know the joy of the game,
And to northern troops are dear
Amber, feasts and flames.
They only dream of the southern air,
The magic of a foreign sky.
-- Nevertheless the stubborn friend
Still refuses to try.
poem by Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
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Northern Star
Shine so brightly now, Oh northern star!
Shine out bright and clear tonight, Oh northern star!
I say shine out like the sunlight now, Oh northern star!
I say shine out from the darkness now, Oh Alpha-star!
From Hill-tops to the mountain tops!
From the deserts to the Sandy-hills!
From the forests to the jungle paths!
From the Sea-sides to the Ocean-shores!
I say shine out like the sunlight now, Oh northern star!
Shine so brightly now, Oh northern star!
I say shine out bright and clear tonight, Oh northern star!
I will shine out from the darkness, like the northern star!
I will shine out from the rubbles now, Like the Alphastar!
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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Northern Wind
There is a wind, my billy, and its awful strong
Come for you, and anyone whos helped you along.
But I want to live, live, live and let the stars shine bright
Yes, I want to live, live, live and let it on alright
And when that bird sings from over that silver wall
I dont want to fight it, billy, cause I want to go
Theres a northern wind, billy, blowin up a southern change
And a northern wind really makin me feel kinda strange
Theres a northern wind, billy, blowin up a southern change
And a northern wind really makin me feel kinda strange
And with this gun goes everything I want to say
Not for you, but for anyone who takes it away
Let it fill his life, life, life until theres nothing left
Let it kill his wife, wife, wife until he goes to bed
And when that bird sings from over that silver wall
I dont want to fight it, billy, cause I want to go
Theres a northern wind, billy, blowin up a southern change
And a northern wind really makin me feel kinda strange
Theres a northern wind, billy, blowin up a southern change
And a northern wind really makin me feel kinda strange
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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But the Constitution was made not only for southern and northern states, but for states neither northern nor southern, namely, the western states, their coming in being foreseen and provided for.
quote by William H. Seward
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The Northern Mystery
Silver snowflakes fall
into the northern mystery,
so stark against the background
of the resilient evergreen tree -
The blue wind
finds it's course,
a flow of snow
and deadly force -
Rivers black
and frozen ice,
the unprepared
pay a terrible price -
The clear cold, sharp as
hot prairie lightning,
tears the frigid air
fierce and frightening -
More than
half the year,
a freezing death
lingers near -
The great northern mystery is
the courage of those who stay,
the strong and sturdy
who refuse to be driven away -
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Northern Star
And I cry and no one can hear
Inhale
The blinded eyes that see
The chaos
Bring the pitiful to me
Even though Im wide-awake, I will
& blackest night & I will wait for you
Its cold in here, theres no one left
And I wait for you
And nothing stops it happening
And I knew, Id cherish all my misery alone
And I wait staring at the northern star
Im afraid it wont lead me anywhere
Hes so cold, he will ruin the world tonight
All the angels kneel into the northern lights
Kneel into the frozen lights
And they paid, I cry and cry for you
Ghosts that haunt you with their sorrow
I cried cos you were doomed
Praying to the wound that swallows
All thats cold and cruel
Can you see the treees, charity and gratitude
They run to the pines
Its black in here, blot out the sun
And run to the pines
Our misery runs wild and free
And I knew, the fire and the ashes of his grave
And I wait staring at the northern star
Im afraid it wont lead you very far
Hes so cold, he will win the world tonight
All the angels kneel into the northern lights
Feel their hearts, theyre cold and white
And I want you
And blessed are the broken
And I beg you
No loneliness, no misery is worth you
Oh, tear his heart cold as ice
Its mine
And I wait, praying to the northern star
Im afraid it wont lead you anywhere
Hes so cold, raining on the world tonight
All the angels kneeling to the northern lights
And I pray, begging to the northern star
Im afraid it wont lead you anywhere
Hes so cold, he will rule the world tonight
All the angels, kneeling to the northern lights
Kneeling to the frozen lights
Feel their hearts, theyre cold as ice
song performed by by Hole
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Cerulean Winter’s Dim Dyes
Amber summer sky
Is now gone to winter's day
With its time of morning high
And moods of summer’s play
Those feelings that came along
In the days breaking clear
With the singing of a forest song
In the heat of springtime year
Now here is deepness dark
With its intermittently starry night
And twinkling's assemblies spark
With instants in northern light
Winter’s frost loneliness snow
Conveying some twilight’s spin
Emptiness in its airstream blow
From the lowest point of within
Cerulean winter’s dim dyes
Reflecting moods of nighttime
Through distracting ice-cold cries
In the piercing chilliness rime
Every day’s like an evening burn
Reflecting the departed days
Bringing on yesterday’s yearn
On to its copious shading plays
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Wine by the Fire on a Cold Winter Night
Wine by the fire on a cold winter night a Gelid concordant. The snows of winter has fallen; and the
Winds are decrescent
Wildlife are
Indefatigable
In
Winter-land
Wine by the fire on a cold winter night. Monumental snows are glaciated; and the
Valleys below are elongated
In an alabaster,
Powdery
Splendor.
Engaging winter, where polar bears are denning
And accumbented in a long
Winter sleep. Winter's prelusory; for the translucent amber,
Gild, of autumn to a dulcify
In their joining. As we dine epicurean, in the comforts of clover;
And bonivant on tasty
Wines.
Wine by the fire on a cold winter night as we
Amorously commingle as one in A fervent that's
Second to None And the taste of
Wine by the fire on a cold winter
Night.
poem by Jr. J. Thomas
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It Really Never Was...
the day is getting darker
painting shadows on the wall
broken wings of blue skies
going for a moment
everything's now in the evening
with longings in the deep
and wishes still not happening
the winter
glasses with frosty roses
and perfect days in somberness
in the white weather
every thought
is now alone
reaching to the mountains
faraway
in silences of time
every hour
is cold and getting colder
with drifting clouds
in northern skies
that can't hold back
how do I not be alone
when times are like these
how do I not feel the blues
when the clouds surrounds me
with few landings
into summer thoughts
every hour
is cold and getting colder
with drifting clouds
in northern skies
that can't hold back
the winter
comes soft and sweet
with clean glisten thoughts
and snowflakes that never stop pouring...
when it gets cold outside
the winter
oh the winter
how fresh it can get
how cold it can get
it really never was...
full of romantic
it just has these surprises
in the weather
that can't hold back
the clouds that surrounds me
it really never was...
just the winter
it really never was...
just the winter
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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The Frost Spirit
He comes, - he comes, - the Frost Spirit comes!
You may trace his footsteps now
On the naked woods and the blasted fields
And the brown hill's withered brow.
He has smitten the leaves of the gray old trees
Where their pleasant green came forth,
And the winds, which follow wherever he goes,
Have shaken them down to earth.
He comes, - he comes, - the Frost Spirit comes!
From the frozen Labrador,
From the icy bridge of the northern seas,
Which the white bear wanders o'er,
Where the fisherman's sail is stiff with ice,
And the luckless forms below
In the sunless cold of the lingering night
Into marble statues grow!
He comes, - he comes, - the Frost Spirit comes!
On the rushing Northern blast,
And the dark Norwegian pines have bowed
As his fearful breath went past.
With an unscorched wing he has hurried on,
Where the fires of Hecla glow
On the darkly beautiful sky above
And the ancient ice below.
He comes, - he comes, - the Frost Spirit comes!
And the quiet lake shall feel
The torpid touch of his glazing breath,
And ring to the skater's heel;
And the streams which danced on the broken rocks,
Or sang to the leaning grass,
Shall bow again to their winter chain,
And in mournful silence pass.
He comes, - he comes, - the Frost Spirit comes!
Let us meet him as we may,
And turn with the light of the parlor-fire
His evil power away;
And gather closer the circle 'round,
When the firelight dances high,
And laugh at the shriek of the baffled Fiend
As his sounding wing goes by!
poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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Suburban satisfaction
Suburban satisfaction
~
A small northern town
Built on industry and mining
Slowly dying, over populated
People meander through life
Holding down jobs and family
A few dream to get away
To better the choices on offer
Others have long given up
Tired of pretending in faith
The streets littered, stand vacant
Crying out for attention
The bars crammed with locals
All looking to be entertained
To talk about the same old stories
That can be heard down the road
There are a few lights to be seen
How long will they shine
Before they succumb to expectation
And find themselves suffocating
In a small northern town
Of suburban satisfaction
poem by Matthew Holloway
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The three tailors
I shall tell you in rhyme how, once on a time,
Three tailors tramped up to the inn Ingleheim,
On the Rhine, lovely Rhine;
They were broke, but the worst of it all, they were curst
With that malady common to tailors--a thirst
For wine, lots of wine.
"Sweet host," quoth the three, "we're hard up as can be,
Yet skilled in the practice of cunning are we,
On the Rhine, genial Rhine;
And we pledge you we will impart you that skill
Right quickly and fully, providing you'll fill
Us with wine, cooling wine."
But that host shook his head, and he warily said:
"Though cunning be good, we take money instead,
On the Rhine, thrifty Rhine;
If ye fancy ye may without pelf have your way
You'll find that there's both host and the devil to pay
For your wine, costly wine."
Then the first knavish wight took his needle so bright
And threaded its eye with a wee ray of light
From the Rhine, sunny Rhine;
And, in such a deft way, patched a mirror that day
That where it was mended no expert could say--
Done so fine 't was for wine.
The second thereat spied a poor little gnat
Go toiling along on his nose broad and flat
Towards the Rhine, pleasant Rhine;
"Aha, tiny friend, I should hate to offend,
But your stockings need darning"--which same did he mend,
All for wine, soothing wine.
And next there occurred what you'll deem quite absurd--
His needle a space in the wall thrust the third,
By the Rhine, wondrous Rhine;
And then all so spry, he leapt through the eye
Of that thin cambric needle--nay, think you I'd lie
About wine--not for wine.
The landlord allowed (with a smile) he was proud
To do the fair thing by that talented crowd
On the Rhine, generous Rhine.
So a thimble filled he as full as could be--
"Drink long and drink hearty, my jolly friends three,
Of my wine, filling wine."
poem by Eugene Field
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Romance
MY Love dwelt in a Northern land.
A gray tower in a forest green
Was hers, and far on either hand
The long wash of the waves was seen,
And leagues on leagues of yellow sand,
The woven forest boughs between!
And through the silver Northern night
The sunset slowly died away,
And herds of strange deer, lily-white,
Stole forth among the branches gray;
About the coming of the light,
They fled like ghosts before the day!
I know not if the forest green
Still girdles round that castle gray;
I know not if the boughs between
The white deer vanish ere the day;
Above my Love the grass is green,
My heart is colder than the clay!
poem by Andrew Lang
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At each of these northern posts there were interesting experiences in store for me, as one who had read all the books of northern travel and dreamed for half a lifetime of the north; and that was - almost daily meeting with famous men.
quote by Ernest Thompson Seton
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People were so keen to get investment. In those days, there was quite significant unemployment in Northern Ireland, and that had been the general pattern in Northern Ireland for many, many years.
That feeds anger, and I mean when we went and at last thank heavens got towards peace in Northern Ireland we went for justice within Northern Ireland as well as using security well, as well as a political settlement, but surely that is the lesson.
quote by Clare Short
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Northern wind
Northern wind northern wind
I'm still standing straight
I'm still hoping for new days
all that hurt me to erase
I'm still laughing loud inside
though my face is scarred
poem by Dali Luptak
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Army Of One
Northern dilemma
Call of the cold
The arms of the arctic begin to unfold
Sit in a circle facing the sun
Get what you can now
Winter is on
Truth on condition
Never dig deep
Solemn reminders as groundwaters seep
Into foundations, centers of joy
To weaken and crumble
Search and destroy
Light up the city
Hiding so strange
You'd better take cover
It's love at close range
Oh solo mission
Cover of dark
Army of one now, don't let down your guard
Sit in a circle facing the sun
Soak it in while you can
Winter is on
I got no answer but you've got no call
Just can't compete with the weight of it all
Silent treatment
Stone in the rain
Bright, shining doorway
Try to remain
Northern dilemma
Call of the cold
The arms of the arctic begin to unfold
song performed by by Phish
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Northern Sky
I never felt magic crazy as this
I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea
I never held emotion in the palm of my hand
Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree
But now youre here
Brighten my northern sky.
Ive been a long time that Im waiting
Been a long that Im blown
Ive been a long time that Ive wandered
Through the people I have known
Oh, if you would and you could
Straighten my new minds eye.
Would you love me for my money
Would you love me for my head
Would you love me through the winter
Would you love me til Im dead
Oh, if you would and you could
Come blow your horn on high.
I never felt magic crazy as this
I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea
I never held emotion in the palm of my hand
Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree
But now youre here
Brighten my northern sky.
song performed by by Nick Drake
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My point is there's a hidden Scotland in anyone who speaks the Northern Ireland speech. It's a terrific complicating factor, not just in Northern Ireland, but Ireland generally.
quote by Seamus Heaney
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Man Of Miracles
Written by james young, raymond brandle, dennis deyoung
Lead vocals by james young
He was a man of miracles
Fighting the solar windstorm
A winged horse guides his way
Oracle of the ancient midnight
Calls forth everlasting pain
And I know, yes I know
He was a man of miracles
Riding golden meteorites
Ruler of distant galaxies
Born of the northern lights
Of the northern lights
Sorcerer of the dark moon
Who dare incur his rage?
First child of the scorpion
Prophet of the crystal age
And I know, yes I know
He was a man of miracles
Riding golden meteorites
Ruler of distant galaxies
Born of the northern lights
Of the northern lights
He was a man of miracles
song performed by by Styx
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