Fragmentary Ending Of A Poem II
Then do not Cloe do not more
Boast what success youve found
Tis pride to tell your conquests ore
Tis cruelty to wound.
These are the ills which Beauty breeds
its blisses woud you give
With pitty all your slaves besides
& me with love relieve.
poem by Thomas Parnell
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A La Bourbon. Done Moy Plus De Pitie Ou Plus De Creaulte, Car Sans Ci Ie Ne Puis Pas Viure, Ne Morir
I.
Divine Destroyer, pitty me no more,
Or else more pitty me;
Give me more love, ah, quickly give me more,
Or else more cruelty!
For left thus as I am,
My heart is ice and flame;
And languishing thus, I
Can neither live nor dye!
II.
Your glories are eclipst, and hidden in the grave
Of this indifferency;
And, Caelia, you can neither altars have,
Nor I, a Diety:
They are aspects divine,
That still or smile, or shine,
Or, like th' offended sky,
Frowne death immediately.
poem by Richard Lovelace
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Give A Little Bit More
Well I can see - that you werent givin enough
That you werent givin as much as me
With all your small talk - bendin the rules
Are you runnin before you can walk
Ive got the feelin youve been runnin around
Youve gone and left behind the feelin wed found
Too much too soon too much too soon
Too much too soon
Well can you get excited by what you see
Youve been takin my love
You should be giving it back to me
Give a little bit of love like you did before
Give a little bit more (give a little bit more)
Give a little bit more (like you did before)
Give a little bit more
In a photograph you didnt put me in the picture
My lovin just made you laugh I was wide eyed
Taken right in I cant understand why you lied
Ive got the feelin youve been runnin around
Youve gone and left behind the feelin wed found
Too much too soon too much too soon
Too much too soon
Well can you get excited by what you see
Youve been taking my love
You should be giving it back to me
Give a little bit of love like you did before
Give a little bit more (give a little bit more)
Give a little bit more (like you did before)
Give a little bit more
-solo-
Ive got the feelin youve been runnin around
Youve gone and left behind the feelin wed found
Too much too soon too much too soon
Too much too soon
Key change
Well can you get excited by what you see
Youve been taking my love
You should be giving it back to me
Give a little bit of love like you did before
Give a little bit more (give a little bit more)
Give a little bit more
(like you did before)
Give a little bit more
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Poem 95
VNto his mother straight he weeping came,
and of his griefe complayned:
Who could not chose but laugh at his fond game,
though sad to see him pained.
Think now (quod she) my sonne how great the smart
of those whom thou dost wound:
Full many thou hast pricked to the hart,
that pitty neuer found:
Therefore henceforth some pitty take,
when thou doest spoyle of louers make.
poem by Edmund Spenser
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Don't give me success! !
O Lord! don't give me success,
If it takes away my freedom;
Don't give me success,
If it pulls me in the ditch of pride;
O Lord! don't give me success,
If it makes me alone;
If it takes away my friends,
If it makes me deaf to hear the forest;
O Lord! don't give me such a success,
If it takes me away from thy beauty;
Don't give me success, O Lord!
If it takes me away from You!
poem by Niharica Bhardwaj
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Lisetta's Reply
Sure Cloe Just, and Cloe Fair
Deserves to be Your only Care:
But when You and She to-day
Far into the Wood did stray,
And I happen'd to pass by;
Which way did You cast your Eye?
But when your Cares to Her You sing,
Yet dare not tell Her whence they spring;
Does it not more afflict your Heart,
That in those Cares She bears a Part?
When You the Flow'rs for Cloe twine,
Why do You to Her Garland join
The meanest Bud that falls from Mine?
Simplest of Swains! the World may see,
Whom Cloe loves, and Who loves Me.
poem by Matthew Prior
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When Youve Got What It Takes
When youve got what it takes
Youve got nothing to hide
Youve got miles of feelings
And acres of pride
Youve got it
Youve really got it
When you know who you are
Then you live what you feel
You give what you can
And its good when youve really got it
And when youve got it
(*) let it out
Let it show
Letem know
Inside youve got it
Let it shine like a fine tomorrow
For when you do
The feeling comes back to you
What a difference it makes
When youve got what it takes
What a difference it makes
When youve got it
When youre sure of your heart
Then you give it away
And love is a promise
You keep every day
You know it
And when you know it
You begin to believe
Youll do more than survive
That the best part of being is being alive
You feel it
And when you feel it
Repeat (*)
When a difference it makes
When youve got what it takes
What a difference it makes
When youve got it
When a difference it makes
When youve got what it takes
What a difference it makes
When youve got it everyday
song performed by by Carpenters
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Cupid's Promise - Paraphrased
Soft Cupid, wanton, amorous boy,
The other day, moved with my lyre,
In flattering accents spoke his joy,
And uttered thus his fond desire.
Oh! raise thy voice, one song I ask,
Touch then th' harmonious string;
To Thyrsis easy is the task,
Who can so sweetly play and sing.
Two kisses from my mother dear,
Thyrsis, thy due reward shall be;
None, none like Beauty's queen is fair;
Paris has vouch'd this truth for me.
I straight reply'd, thou know'st alone,
That brightest Cloe rules my breast,
I'll sing thee two instead of one
If thou'lt be kind and make me blest.
One kiss from Cloe's lips, no more
I crave. He promised me success;
I play'd with all my skill and power,
My glowing passion to express.
But, oh! my Cloe, beauteous maid,
Wilt thou the wish'd reward bestow?
Wilt thou make good what Love has said,
And by thy grant his power show?
poem by Matthew Prior
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Venus Mistaken
When Cloe's Picture was to Venus shown;
Surpriz'd, the Goddess took it for Her own.
And what, said She, does this bold Painter mean?
When was I Bathing thus, and Naked seen?
Pleas'd Cupid heard, and check'd His Mother's Pride:
And who's blind now, Mamma? the Urchin cry'd.
'Tis Cloe's Eye, and Cheek, and Lip, and Breast:
Friend Howard's Genius fancy'd all the rest.
poem by Matthew Prior
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Ive Done Everything For You
This one way love affair aint fair, it aint fair to me
Its all give and take and you just take
I cant take it you see
Well, Im givin up on love this time
Me and my friends, well do just fine
Ive done everything for you
Youve done nothing for me
Ive done everything for you
Youve done nothing for me
You said someday Id have a whole lotta money,
Id be a millionaire
But when that didnt happen over night
I found out how much you really cared
Well, all you want is a whole lotta money
All the rest is just jivin honey
Ive done everything for you
Youve done nothing for me
Ive done everything for you
Youve done nothing for me
When I first met you, you didnt know how to love a man
All those things about makin love you didnt understand
Now you know about everything
Im turning you in for memories, you see
Ive done everything for you
Youve done nothing for me
Ive done everything for you
Youve done nothing for me
Ive done everything for you
Youve done nothing for me
Ive done everything for you
Youve done nothing for me
Well, Im going out on the town tonight
And get as wild as I can be
Im gonna find out what its really like to be lose, high and free
Well, I dont care what the people say
Im changin my mind, Im changin to stay
Ive done everything for you
Youve done nothing for me
Ive done everything for you
Youve done nothing for me
Youve done nothing for me
Youve done nothing
Youve done nothing
Youve done nothing for me
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Give To Live
Give to live
Oooh--i can see that youve got fire in your eyes and pain inside your heart so
Many things have come and torn your world apart oh baby, baby, baby, dont give
Up, dont give up dont give up if you want love if you want love, youve got
To give a little if you want love if you want faith, you just believe a little
If you want love if you want peace, turn your cheek a little ohhh, youve got
To give youve got to give youve got to give.....to live an empty hand
Reaching out for someone an empty heart takes so little to fill its so much
Easier to push instead of pull oh baby, baby, baby dont give up, dont give
Up, dont give up if you want love if you want love, youve got to give a
Little if you want love if you want faith, you just believe a little if you
Want love if you want peace, turn your cheek a little ohhh, youve got to give
Youve got to give youve got to give....to live each mans a country in his
Own right oh, every body needs a friend one friend, one god, one country no man
Need defend I be
Lieve in fate and destination but so much of that lies in our own hands if you
Know what you want, just go on out and get it oh baby, baby dont give up,
Dont give up yeah, yeah if you want love if you want love, youve got to give
A little if you want love if you want faith, you just believe a little if you
Want love if you want peace, turn your cheek a little you want love youve got
To give if you want love give to live youve got to give to live give to live
Give to live if you want love if you want love if you want love youve got to
Give youve got to give youve got to give
song performed by by Van Halen
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Cloe Jealous
Forbear to ask Me, why I weep;
Vext Cloe to her Shepherd said:
'Tis for my Two poor stragling Sheep
Perhaps, or for my Squirrel dead.
For mind I what You late have writ?
Your subtle Questions, and Replies;
Emblems, to teach a Female Wit
The Ways, where changing Cupid flies.
Your Riddle, purpos'd to rehearse
The general Pow'r that Beauty has:
But why did no peculiar Verse
Describe one Charm of Cloe's Face?
The Glass, which was at Venus' Shrine,
With such Mysterious Sorrow laid:
The Garland (and You call it Mine)
Which show'd how Youth and Beauty fade.
Ten thousand Trifles light as These
Nor can my Rage, nor Anger move:
She shou'd be humble, who wou'd please:
And She must suffer, who can love.
When in My Glass I chanc'd to look;
Of Venus what did I implore?
That ev'ry Grace which thence I took,
Shou'd know to charm my Damon more.
Reading Thy Verse; who heeds, said I,
If here or there his Glances flew?
O free for ever be His Eye,
Whose Heart to Me is always true.
My Bloom indeed, my little Flow'r
Of Beauty quickly lost it's Pride:
For sever'd from it's Native Bow'r,
It on Thy glowing Bosom dy'd.
Yet car'd I not, what might presage
Or withering Wreath, or fleeting Youth:
Love I esteem'd more strong than Age,
And Time less permanent than Truth.
Why then I weep, forbear to know:
Fall uncontroll'd my Tears, and free:
O Damon, 'tis the only Woe,
I ever yet conceal'd from Thee.
The secret Wound with which I bleed
Shall lie wrapt up, ev'n in my Herse:
But on my Tomb-stone Thou shalt read
My Answer to Thy dubious Verse.
poem by Matthew Prior
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I Dont Know What I Want
(eric carmen)
My old man says success is the measure
Maybe so but I dont need the pressure
Not right now cause I got enough
Teachers tell me I dont lack the brains
Ask if Im under some kind of strain
Well thats too much and I really cant take it
They all say that Im not getting younger
And Id better make up my mind
Man, youd think I was committin some kinda crime
cause I dont know what I want
I dont know what I want
I dont know what I want
But I want it now
When I talk they just dont wanna listen
The they push me to make some decisions
I cant wait and they wonder why
Everyone says Ive got no direction
They want me sent to a house of correction
Thats too much when I really cant take it
When I try to relieve my frustration
Seems like nothing I can do is right
My mind is aching and Im sick of being so uptight
cause I dont know what I want
I dont know what I want
I dont know what I want
But I want it now
All my life they complained that Im just a dreamer
But I cant make a move when they wound my pride
When they say it must stop they push and pull me
I dont know what to do
And its like Im just talking through a cell door
Some one give me a clue
cause I dont know what I want
I dont know what I want
I dont know what I want
But I want it now
I want it now
Oh, give it to me
Oh, yeah
song performed by by Eric Carmen
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(V – 2010) Laiku 208
(3) Success:
As commonly conceived, success breeds success in cases some
But with too much of success, sometimes, great failures come!
An Ode
The merchant, to secure his treasure,
Conveys it in a borrowed name:
Euphelia serves to grace my measure;
But Cloe is my real flame.
My softest verse, my darling lyre
Upon Euphelia's toilet lay;
When Cloe noted her desire,
That I should sing, that I should play.
My lyre I tune, my voice I raise;
But with my numbers mix my sighs:
And whilst I sing Euphelia's praise,
I fix my soul on Cloe's eyes.
Fair Cloe blushed: Euphelia frowned:
I sung and gazed: I played and trembled:
And Venus to the Loves around
Remarked, how ill we all dissembled.
poem by Matthew Prior
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Pride is tonic
I beheld her to behold me; she did.
I loved her to love me; she did.
I wanted her to want me; she did.
Beyond that she didn’t step in; I lost
Beyond that I couldn’t get in; she left.
I pine and pine in such love and I wane.
I boast and boast of such love, and I waste.
I pride and pride myself on my worth, and last.
13.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Merchant, To Secure His Treasure
The merchant, to secure his treasure,
Conveys it in a borrowed name:
Euphelia serves to grace my measure,
But Cloe is my real flame.
My softest verse, my darling lyre
Upon Euphelia's toilet lay—
When Cloe noted her desire
That I should sing, that I should play.
My lyre I tune, my voice I raise,
But with my numbers mix my sighs;
And whilst I sing Euphelia's praise,
I fix my soul on Cloe's eyes.
Fair Cloe blushed; Euphelia frowned:
I sung, and gazed; I played, and trembled:
And Venus to the Loves around
Remarked how ill we all dissembled.
poem by Matthew Prior
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An Ode. The Merchant, To Secure
The merchant, to secure his treasure,
Conveys it in a borrow'd name:
Euphelia serves to grace my measure:
But Cloe is my real flame.
My softest verse, my darling lyre,
Upon Euphelia's toilet lay;
When Cloe noted her desire,
That I should sing, that I should play.
My lyre I tune, my voice I raise,
But with my numbers mix my sighs;
And, whilst I sing Euphelia's praise,
I fix my soul on Cloe's eyes.
Fair Cloe blush'd: Euphelia frown'd:
I sung, and gazed: I play'd, and trembled:
And Venus to the Loves around
Remark'd how ill we all dissembled.
poem by Matthew Prior
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Surrender
(nickolas ashford/valerie simpson)
I want the love that you deny me
That I need so desperately
The tenderness that you posses
Youve deprived me
You must pray for the lonely night
That I walked the floor for you
And dont know you must erase
All the tearstairs on my face
Surrender your love baby
Surrender your love
Surrender your love baby
Surrender your love
Dont you know that Im taking my case
To the highest court of love
And these are some of the charges
Youll be found guilty of
Youve used me and abused me
till I felt like I wanted to die
You created a need in me
That only you can satisfy
Surrender your love baby
Surrender your love
Come along peacefully
Surrender your love baby
Surrender your love
Give it to me, ah right now
Give it to me, give it to me
Give it to me all, give it to me
Ah, right now, give it to me
Give it to me, give it to me
Surrender your love baby
Surrender your love
Surrender your love baby
Surrender your love
Surrender your love baby
Surrender your love
Surrender your love baby
Surrender your love
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Violence
(tennant/lowe)
----------------
The sons and brothers, fighting for another cause
Anything to give their lives some meaning
Busy with their guns and dreaming
Far away from here
Said they would act (said they would act)
In self-defense
And all the others, running 'round so hot and bothered
Anything to give their lives some meaning
In the evening
Running around with guns and
Said they would act (said they would act)
In self-defense
With violence
Violence breeds
Violence
(ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
Violence breeds
Violence
(ooh yeah, violence breeds violence)
(ooh yeah, breeds yeah, breeds yeah)
(ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
The son and brother, when he gets home
He gives someone some love
And mutters: "woman, (mutters woman)
You'll never understand (never understand)
I did what i said (did what i said)
In self-defense
With violence"
Violence breeds
Violence
(ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
Violence breeds
Violence
(ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
(ooh yeah, violence)
(ooh yeah, violence breeds violence)
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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A Supplication
Awake, awake, my Lyre!
And tell thy silent master's humble tale
In sounds that may prevail;
Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire:
Though so exalted she
And I so lowly be
Tell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
Hark, how the strings awake!
And, though the moving hand approach not near,
Themselves with awful fear
A kind of numerous trembling make.
Now all thy forces try;
Now all thy charms apply;
Revenge upon her ear the conquests of her eye.
Weak Lyre! thy virtue sure
Is useless here, since thou art only found
To cure, but not to wound,
And she to wound, but not to cure,
Too weak too wilt thou prove
My passion to remove;
Physic to other ills, thou'rt nourishment to love.
Sleep, sleep again, my Lyre!
For thou canst never tell my humble tale
In sounds that will prevail,
Nor gentle thoughts in her inspire;
All thy vain mirth lay by,
Bid thy strings silent lie,
Sleep, sleep again, my Lyre, and let thy master die.
poem by Abraham Cowley
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