Ianthe! you are call'd to cross the sea!
Ianthe! you are call'd to cross the sea!
A path forbidden me!
Remember, while the Sun his blessing sheds
Upon the mountain-heads,
How often we have watcht him laying down
His brow, and dropt our own
Against each other's, and how faint and short
And sliding the support!
What will succeed it now? Mine is unblest,
Ianthe! nor will rest
But on the very thought that swells with pain.
O bid me hope again!
O give me back what Earth, what (without you)
Not Heaven itself can do--
One of the golden days that we have past,
And let it be my last!
Or else the gift would be, however sweet,
Fragile and incomplete.
poem by Walter Savage Landor
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Evening Prayer at a Girl's School
HUSH! 'tis a holy hour-the quiet room
Seems like a temple, while yon soft lamp sheds
A faint and starry radiance, through the gloom
And the sweet stillness, down on fair young heads,
With all their clustering locks, untouch'd by care,
And bow'd, as flowers are bow'd with night, in prayer.
Gaze on-'tis lovely!-Childhood's lip and cheek,
Mantling beneath its earnest brow of thought-
Gaze-yet what seest thou in those fair, and meek,
And fragile things, as but for sunshine wrought?-
Thou seest what grief must nurture for the sky,
What death must fashion for eternity!
O! joyous creatures! that will sink to rest,
Lightly, when those pure orisons are done,
As birds, with slumber's honey-dew opprest,
'Midst the dim folded leaves, at set of sun-
Life up your hearts! though yet no sorrow lies
Dark in the summer-heaven of those clear eyes.
Though fresh within your breasts the untroubled springs
Of hope make melody where'er ye tread,
And o'er your sleep bright shadows, from the wings
Of spirits visiting but youth, be spread;
Yet in those flute-like voices, mingling low,
Is woman's tenderness-how soon her woe!
Her lot is on you-silent tears to weep,
And patient smiles to wear through suffering's hour,
And sumless riches, from affection's deep,
To pour on broken reeds-a wasted shower!
And to make idols, and to find them clay,
And to bewail that worship-therefore pray!
Her lot is on you-to be found untired,
Watching the stars out by the bed of pain,
With a pale cheek, and yet a brow inspired,
And a true heart of hope, though hope be vain;
Meekly to bear with wrong, to cheer decay,
And oh! to love through all things-therefore pray!
And take the thought of this calm vesper time,
With its low murmuring sounds and silvery light,
On through the dark days fading from their prime,
As a sweet dew to keep your souls from blight!
Earth will forsake-O! happy to have given
The unbroken heart's first fragrance unto Heaven.
poem by Felicia Dorothea Hemans
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False Weight
If thou art fair, deal, lady, fair,
And let the scales be even;
Forbid the poising beam to rear,
And pull thee down from heaven.
Dost thou desire to die in peace,
For ev'ry sin forgiven,
Give back my right, thy weight decrease,
And mount like mine to heaven.
Rather give over to the poor,
Take ten and give eleven;
Or else be fair, I ask no more,
'Tis all required of heaven.
And when on thee for pay I call,
Which is but four for seven,
Keep nothing back, but pay it all,
It is not hid from heaven.
Remember hence the sentence past,
The truth in scripture given,
Last shall be first, and first be last,
In time, in earth, and heaven.
poem by George Moses Horton
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Ianthe's Question
‘Do you remember me? or are you proud?’
Lightly advancing thro’ her star-trimm’d crowd,
Ianthe said, and look’d into my eyes.
‘A yes, a yes to both: for Memory
Where you but once have been must ever be,
And at your voice Pride from his throne must rise.’
poem by Walter Savage Landor
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I Remeber
'All my life,
I've been searching,
until that day when,
I met you.'
These words seem foolish,
to me now,
just looking back,
I fell for that? !
What did I know,
nothing I suppose,
for now I see,
you never meant a word.
I hope one day,
I can look back,
and understand why,
you did what you did.
But until then,
I just sit,
in pain and agony,
because of you.
I hope one day,
you'll feel such pain,
then realize how badly,
you hurt me.
I know it's wrong,
to wish pain on another,
but I really want you,
to understand all this.
But that's long in the past,
though days I still dream,
of the times we shared,
and what you meant to me.
We had something special,
but it never lasted long,
but those days leading up to it,
I'll never forget.
The way you let,
your heart do the talking,
the way you just,
were all you could be.
The way our eyes met,
the way our hands touched,
such perfect days,
now just dreams.
I would get lost,
in your eyes,
and keep silent,
as you spoke.
I remember those days,
do you as well,
remember the time,
my heart skipped a beat?
The laughs,
the tears,
the love,
and warmth.
But I guess,
it's all in the past,
there's nothing I can do,
but just let go of you.
poem by Katherine Bryce
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Well I Remember How You Smiled
Well I remember how you smiled
To see me write your name upon
The soft sea-sand . . . "O! what a child!
You think you're writing upon stone!"
I have since written what no tide
Shall ever wash away, what men
Unborn shall read o'er ocean wide
And find Ianthe's name again.
poem by Walter Savage Landor
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Do you Remember me? or are you Proud?
"Do you remember me? or are you proud?"
Lightly advancing thro' her star-trimm'd crowd,
Ianthe said, and lookt into my eyes,
"A yes, a yes, to both: for Memory
Where you but once have been must ever be,
And at your voice Pride from his throne must rise."
poem by Walter Savage Landor
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I Complete With You
i am incomplete without you
i am incomplete without your smiles
i am incomplete without your love
i am incomplete without your felling
i am incomplete without your teaching
i am incomplete without your touching
i am incomplete without your soul
i am incomplete without your dreams
i am incomplete without your body
i am incomplete without your happiness
i am incomplete without your heart
i am incomplete without your bed
i am incomplete without your tonight
i am incomplete without your sorrow and sadness
poem by Khushi throne
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Always Remember Me
When the trees have gone
and the streams have sang heir last song
Remember me
As the rain falls through the neverending night
and the wolf calls for the gift of dawn
Remember me
When the flowers bloom their heads lift high
and the moon rises like a phantom in the sky
Remember me
When the stars shine bright
and sadness strikes you with all its might
Remember me
When all hope has vanished
and joy has been banished
Remember me
As life takes its last breath
and death plagues the world
Remember me
As love is spirited away
and anger and sadness are to blame
Remember me
When memories are the only path left to walk
and the past becomes the present
Remember me
When the cry of freedom is silenced
and the winds laughter rings no more
Remember me
As lovers meet for the last time
and friends must say goodbye forever
Remember me
As the seas groan with the memories of war
and the willows whisper on the shores of sorrow
Remember me
When the earth is bowed in despair
and dreams lie broken in your heart
Remember me
When eternity is only one day more
and all that was is no more
Always remember
For I'll be with you in your memories
Always watching over you
poem by Holly Morgan
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Soon, O Ianthe! life is o'er
Soon, O Ianthe! life is o'er,
And sooner beauty's heavenly smile:
Grant only (and I ask no more),
Let love remain that little while.
poem by Walter Savage Landor
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The Monk
WHEN in my narrow cell I lie,
The long day's penance done at last,
I see the ghosts of days gone by,
And hear the voices of the past.
I see the blue-gray wood-smoke curled
From hearths where life has rhymed to love,
I see the kingdoms of the world--
The glory and the power thereof,
And cry, 'Ah, vainly have I striven!'
And then a voice calls, soft and low:
'Thou gavest My Earth to win My Heaven;
But Heaven-on-Earth thou mayest not know!'
It is not for Thy Heaven, O Lord,
That I renounced Thy pleasant earth--
The ship, the furrow, and the sword--
The dreams of death, the dreams of birth!
Weary of vigil, fast, and prayer,
Weak in my hope and in my faith--
O Christ, for whom this cross I bear,
Meet me beside the gate of Death!
When the night comes, then let me rest
(O Christ, who sanctifiest pain!)
Falling asleep upon Thy breast,
And, if Thou wilt, wake never again!
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Ianthe
From you, Ianthe, little troubles pass
Like little ripples down a sunny river;
Your pleasures spring like daisies in the grass,
Cut down, and up again as blithe as ever.
poem by Walter Savage Landor
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Ianthe’s Troubles
YOUR pleasures spring like daisies in the grass,
Cut down and up again as blithe as ever;
From you, Ianthe, little troubles pass
Like little ripples in a sunny river.
poem by Walter Savage Landor
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Parting Thoughts
When I was young and no one to love
I lost my way from the skies above
Pain I felt everywhere I went
I wish I could die and have my life spent
I thought to myself to give up on it all
And I wish I could
But I can not, not yet
The friends I have to hold still dear
Are people to remember for the rest of my years
If the demons do return back into my head
I will remember the swear that I have said
To keep and protect, to help and to do what is right
Even in the darkest scariest of nights
To keep them happy no matter the cost
To bring them home if they are lost
To give up the knowledge of knowing that I have done good
Because I know that is what anyone should
To fight back evil even at it’s best
Check that it’s safe before laying to rest
I will never share this information
Not even with my wife
Because she must not know that I have given up my life
My body must become sword and shield
To make all who oppose knell down and yield
I know that I did decide to put my life on the line
That’s why I thought of this poem in my last 7 breaths time
I don’t have a lot left for this poem
Now some people may claim I look at peace
Because last night we were attacked and I died
At least I kept her safe, at least, at least...
Written: February 15,2010
poem by Ryan Collins
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Things To Be Remembered
Remember your hope not your blue
Remember your share not your dues
Remember your laugh not your tears
Remember your courage not your fear
Remember your gain not your vain
Remember your joys not your pain
Remember your smile not your cross
Remember your victory not your loss
And when you'll lerarn to remember all this
Then God's huge bucket of his bliss
Will fall upon you and your fate
To tell how much God is great
And always remember this little thing
That God's gift keeps on moving in a ring
So keep on counting my dear friend
For blessings of God has no bound nor ends.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Carnival Time
Now is the season of Carnival.
Who's for the sunlit course?
Who's for the beat of galloping feet
And the day and the way of the horse?
Who joins the dance, tho' Lady Chance
Pleasure or pain may yield,
Who comes to the call of Carnival?
'Seven to four the field!'
This is the week of the Carnival
And the sign of a brighter dawn
In men's affairs. Who sheds old cares
Where gay frocks fleck the lawn?
Who would forget old days of fret?
Who comes to the call of mirth
And the conquering steeds? ... They're off! Who leads?
And the hoof beats spurn the earth.
Then, Hi! for the height of Carnival,
Gayer than all gone past:
And the nameless fears of the deadening years
Forsake men's minds at last.
Bright jackets flash beneath the sun
As the roar of the crowd begins,
And lifts and swells at a great home run:
'Who leads? Who lasts? Who wins?'
Ho! for the call of Carnival!
Way for the Sport of Kings!
And men, grown sane, turn once again
To all that high hope brings.
Who's for the Carnival? Who grows gay
Where galloping Fortune speeds
Around the turn to gallop our way
With the galloping, galloping steeds?
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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No More
Hate to be alone.
But I have to move one,
To be able to let go.
I'm sorry to say goodbye.
I thought you were mine,
Turns out you were just a thought.
You weren't mine,
You weren't even yours.
A sweet memory,
Stuck in the past.
Not moving forward,
Sad to say its over.
Let out a single tear,
My heart broke.
No change,
only devistation.
Everything I love,
Has gone now.
Your not the same,
You never were.
Let me go,
Don't hold me here.
Only pain,
Is destioned to come.
The one I came to call mine,
No longer can I call.
Its time to part,
Its time to go.
GOODBYE.
poem by Mariah Simpson
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Orison (Give me your smile)
Waves meet the end
When the ocean reach the land
Water the sand, before your feet
Two worlds meet
The future is far way, at the end of the world
In the horizon still our wonder
High mountain we climbed
Seek for this secret, far sighted distance
Nothing...Do you see the end? ...Nothing
We can't see the ending of everything
Now we learned, future is unpredictable
Not yet to cherish
Not yet to cry
Look back the past
Broken dreams pull your tears
Don't cry my dear soon it will over
All we got not will always be good
Because, It's not heaven we live on
Always have true hopes, never get down
So smile for a little, keep hopes alive
Chase on the light
In depth of the dark
Could be faint but still bright
Bright and brighter when it's dark and darker
Remember
The past has gone
The future still untold
We need the light to move on
Stay in sadness or seek for happiness
Shed you tears, don't cry my dear
Paradise is not where we living now
To promise you will happy forever
Just give your smile to me
I'll lend my hand for you
We will cross the ocean,
Chase the basement of the rainbow
Till we reach the horizon
The end of the world
If we are the ships, lost in the ocean
All we need, a direction
You as a captain with options
Decide your choice
To sink in the middle or
To harbor your dream
Remember
Far in the ocean
As the waves will meet the end
As it wash the sand
Soon we will find a land
Back home and safe from the stormy seas..
The hope always exist for whom believe it
The dark is forever if we deny the present of the light
-ORISON is the Introduction of my upcoming poems, collectively
known as 'Rise from The Ashes (RFTA) '..and the theme is about to be free.
I try to bring some dark more, but in positive..
it wont be sad as it still come from my hand, Unwritten Soul hahahahaha
Inspired by people, I not promise the collection of RFTA will be good or perfect write coz i am not good writer, i just can offer what i can give, my thought and support..Sorry it this introduction still have some weak somewhere, just write it right now...: P
1st poem from RFTA: End of Time
poem by Unwritten Soul
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Tiger Man
(words & music by lewis - burns)
I am the king of the jungle
They call me the tiger man
I am the king of the jungle
They call me tiger man
If you cross my path
You take your own life in your hands
Yeah, I get up on a mountain
And I call my black cat back
Yeah, I get up on a mountain
And I call my black cat back
My black cat comes a runnin
And the hound dogs get way back
Yeah, I get up on a mountain
And I call my black cat back
Yeah, I get up on a mountain
And I call my black cat back
My black cat comes a runnin
And the hound dogs get way back
Yeah, I get up on a mountain
And I call my black cat back
Yeah, I get up on a mountain
And I call my black cat back
My black cat comes a runnin
And the hound dogs get way back
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Slipin 'n' Slidin
You know I'm Slidin'.
You know I'm Slipin' N' Slidin'.
I'm sliding down the wall.
Trying to get a grip on what I can.
As the world beneath me crumbles.
See, I thought I had it all.
Now I find I'm 10 feet small.
And I never cease to stumble.
You can think you'll live forever.
You Dance till you drop.
And The Music don't stop.
Cos you know you want to be cool. Yeah!
Sliding down the wall.
Don't do me it all.
No it don't do me at all...When I can be so small
We've got all the funk we need to make me happy
Oooh Yeah.
We've got all the time the world has got to give.
Oh how I want to live yeah.
We're Sliding, Sliding
I'm hanging on a string.
Trying to get the chance to do my thing.
But the stakes are getting higher
Now that my woman's gone away.
She can my love a day.
Hey, Well I guess I'm not as cool as I used to be
Oh, everybody wants to take your space.
and some people want to take your place.
And now all these problems come to try ya
You know they just
And This is what they call 'The Crunch'.
But my head, my head's still 'Out For Lunch'
I've been sliding down the wall.
Alright
We've got all the funk we need to make me happy
Ooh Yeah.
We've got all the time the world has got to give.
Oh, How I want to live.
You can't fly above the slip and social slidin now.
Whoah
Get Down now Get Down
I'll bet that's a great insult
don't you mean to die
But you wanna stay high
Don't you know I'm sliding? Sliding Down The Wall
Now Don't you know I'm sliding
Sliding Down The Wall
Does anyone want to be sliding
Yeah Nobody wants to slide now
I'm now Sliding
You know I never know where I am
Never know where I'm can
Alright, Alright
You know I'm sliding.
Sliding down the wall yeah
Everybody wants to take your space.
and some people want to take your place.
And now all these problems come to try ya
I guess this is what they call 'The Crunch'
Oh but my head's still out for lunch!
You know I'm sliding down the wall right now.
I know yes I'm sliding. I know that I'm sliding.
Oh. Sliding down the walls sliding down the,
Sliding down the wall
song performed by by Jamiroquai
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Evil One
There is duplicity but it does not have to be the way
Let those who use it be exposed and no longer have a say.
Accept that there are opposites but only in descriptive terms
Remember humanities reason and purpose are the children to confirm.
Not to give your God glory and honor by your actions and deeds
Will give the evil one the opportunity to steal part of your seed.
Good and bad, love and hate are for you to chose
We are given a voice and choice and hopefully never to lose.
Can there be just one side and not the other
As to choose to help the sister but not the brother.
Certainly there is evil on earth and that we know
But we can recognize the acts from the past for they did not grow.
Evil will never win or will it succeed
It refuses to leave because it keeps eating a part of some else's seed.
You do not have to succumb to evil or to support the acts of wrong
Life is too short not hear the voice, 'come my child to me you belong'.
poem by AHO Speaks
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