On Landor's 'Hellenics
Come hither, who grow cloyed to surfeiting
With lyric draughts o'ersweet, from rills that rise
On Hybla not Parnassus mountain: come
With beakers rinsed of the dulcifluous wave
Hither, and see a magic miracle
Of happiest science, the bland Attic skies
True-mirrored by an English well;-no stream
Whose heaven-belying surface makes the stars
Reel, with its restless idiosyncrasy;
But well unstirred, save when at times it takes
Tribute of lover's eyelids, and at times
Bubbles with laughter of some sprite below.
poem by William Watson
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Mist and Moon
Why should the mist rise from the stream.
A lyric on its bars!
And steal from every wave the gleam,
Begot by lover stars.
O see the moon ascend the sky!
The vapour tremble, burn,
A chrysoprase enamoured lie,
Above transfigured fern.
On tree and stream, a glory shed,
That jewels wave and leaf,
For sorrow is with beauty wed,
And joy is born of grief.
poem by Frank Samuel Williamson
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See Off This Mountain
Shes a blue ridge cradle shes a mother to some and home to the laughter of road weary ones so well sing all the old songs sing to grandmama road and well sing cause we miss her
Were sad she had to go if I could see off this mountain through the clouds in my eyes I would see off this mountain on the nights stars fell and see off this mountain through the te
N my eyes I would see off this mountain and the stars fell from the skies in the air I hear a fiddle down along hickory way and the mandolin guitar like we used to play and down on
s rock brothers boasting a dare we tell them theyre crazy and pretend we dont care if I could see off this mountain through the clouds in my eyes I would see off this mountain o
Nights stars fell and see off this mountain through the tears in my eyes I would see off this mountain and the stars fell from the skies the air tastes like moonshine in the wind a ca
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Ival tune it soars with our laughter but well all leave too soon so I raise a toast to family put thanks in my glass in the arms of your loved ones its the only home that lasts i
Ould see off this mountain through the clouds in my eyes I would see off this mountain on the night the stars fell and see off this mountain through the tears in my eyes I could see
His mountain when the stars fell from the skies when the stars fell from the skies going up to grandmama road going up to grandmama road Im happy as can be cause cant you see i
Ng up to grandmama road
song performed by by Edwin McCain
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Africa with Magic and Miracle
The magic of africa is in africa
magic shine only in your heart
while miracle shine all around
your life
magic magic magic
magic are not real
magic cann't save life
than death yet some come every
now and then
looting stealing
our magic with happiness
unknowing to them that
magic are not real
miracle miracle miracle
miracle is full of joyfulness
africans remain joyfull because
of the greatness in miracle
miracle cann't be stolen
miracle is not a property
that can be stolen
africans rejoice
magic can go
but miracle remain miracle
magic is happiness while
miracle is joyfulness
Africa africa africa
joyfulness is better
than happiness.
Thank you africa
poem by Senator alufalism
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Vanitas Vanitatum, Omnia Vanitas
In all we do, and hear, and see,
Is restless Toil and Vanity.
While yet the rolling earth abides,
Men come and go like Ocean tides;
And ere one generation dies,
Another in its place shall rise;
That, sinking soon into the grave,
Others succeed, like wave on wave;
And as they rise, they pass away.
The sun arises every day,
And, hastening onward to the West,
He nightly sinks, but not to rest:
Returning to the eastern skies,
Again to light us, he must rise.
And still the restless wind comes forth,
Now blowing keenly from the North;
Now from the South, the East, the West,
For ever changing, ne'er at rest.
The fountains, gushing from the hills,
Supply the ever-running rills;
The thirsty rivers drink their store,
And bear it rolling to the shore,
But still the ocean craves for more.
'Tis endless labour everywhere!
Sound cannot satisfy the ear,
Light cannot fill the craving eye,
Nor riches half our wants supply;
Pleasure but doubles future pain,
And joy brings sorrow in her train;
Laughter is mad, and reckless mirth
What does she in this weary earth?
Should Wealth, or Fame, our Life employ,
Death comes, our labour to destroy;
To snatch the untasted cup away,
For which we toiled so many a day.
What, then, remains for wretched man?
To use life's comforts while he can,
Enjoy the blessings Heaven bestows,
Assist his friends, forgive his foes;
Trust God, and keep his statutes still,
Upright and firm, through good and ill;
Thankful for all that God has given,
Fixing his firmest hopes on heaven;
Knowing that earthly joys decay,
But hoping through the darkest day.
poem by Anne Brontë from Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell (1846)
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Vanitas Vanitatis, Etc.
In all we do, and hear, and see,
Is restless Toil and Vanity;
While yet the rolling earth abides,
Men come and go like Ocean tides;
And ere one generation dies,
Another in its place shall rise.
That sinking soon into the grave,
Others succeed, like wave on wave;
And as they rise, they pass away.
The sun arises every day,
And hastening onward to the west
He nightly sinks but not to rest;
Returning to the eastern skies,
Again to light us he must rise.
And still the restless wind comes forth
Now blowing keenly from the north,
Now from the South, the East, the West;
For ever changing, ne'er at rest.
The fountains, gushing from the hills,
Supply the ever-running rills;
The thirsty rivers drink their store,
And bear it rolling to the shore,
But still the ocean craves for more.
'Tis endless labour everywhere,
Sound cannot satisfy the ear,
Sight cannot fill the craving eye,
Nor riches happiness supply,
Pleasure but doubles future pain;
And joy brings sorrow in her train.
Laughter is mad, and reckless mirth,
What does she in this weary earth?
Should wealth or fame our life employ,
Death comes our labour to destroy,
To snatch th' untasted cup away,
For which we toiled so many a day.
What then remains for wretched man?
To use life's comforts while he can:
Enjoy the blessings God bestows,
Assist his friends, forgive his foes,
Trust God, and keep His statutes still
Upright and firm, through good and ill --
Thankful for all that God has given,
Fixing his firmest hopes on heaven;
Knowing that earthly joys decay,
But hoping through the darkest day.
poem by Anne Brontë
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With A Water-Lily
SEE, dear, what thy lover brings;
'Tis the flower with the white wings.
Buoyed upon the quiet stream
In the spring it lay adream.
Homelike to bestow this guest,
Lodge it, dear one, in thy breast;
There its leaves the secret keep
Of a wave both still and deep.
Child, beware the tarn-fed stream;
Danger, danger, there to dream!
Though the sprite pretends to sleep,
And above the lilies peep.
Child, thy bosom is the stream;
Danger, danger, there to dream!
Though above the lilies peep,
And the sprite pretends to sleep.
poem by Henrik Johan Ibsen
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The Mountain Sprite
In yonder valley there dwelt, alone,
A youth, whose moments had calmly flown,
'Till spells came o'er him, and, day and night,
He was haunted and watch'd by a Mountain Sprite.
As once, by moonlight, he wander'd o'er
The golden sands of that Island shore,
A foot-print sparkled before his sight --
'Twas the fairy foot of the Mountain Sprite!
Beside a fountain, one sunny day,
As bending over the stream he lay,
There peep'd down o'er him two eyes of light,
And he saw in that mirror the Mountain Sprite.
He turn'd, but, lo, like a startled bird,
That spirit fled! -- and the youth but heard
Sweet music, such as marks the flight
Of some bird of song, from the Mountain Sprite.
One night, still haunted by that bright look,
The boy, bewilder'd, his pencil took.
And, guided only by memory's light,
Drew the once-seen form of the Mountain Sprite.
"Oh thou, who lovest the shadow," cried
A voice, low whispering by his side,
"Now turn and see," -- here the youth's delight
Seal'd the rosy lips of the Mountain Sprite.
"Of all the Spirits of land and sea,"
Then rapt he murmur'd, "there's none like thee,
And oft, oh oft, may thy foot thus light
In this lonely bower, sweet Mountain Sprite!"
poem by Thomas Moore
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Happier Days
I’m in love with memories
Of times that were better,
But remembering these times
Makes me wish I was dead.
I remember no actions,
Just thoughts and feelings,
And I think about these
To get out of my head.
And I’m not sure why
I get feelings of sorrow
From the happiest times
In my short, empty life.
But I still love those memories
Of times I was happy,
Times when I begged
For sorrow and strife.
poem by Solomon Markson
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My Love
Oh how I wish I could save the times
that I have spent with you.
For if you leave I could take them out
and have them to review.
But since it is not the way things work
I must remember in my mind
All the times I could not save
and never leave any behind,
The times when we laughed, the times when we cried
and the times we just were still,
The times we embraced, the times we faced
when both of us were ill.
Not enough time is the time we have
and so it will run out.
So we must make them count and never forget
what we were all about.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Sun Will Rise
Edwin McCain
Sun Will Rise
Hey there busy boy why are you so blue
Walking around in your Armageddon shoes
You say you got nothing, you got nothing left to lose
Boy if they were free, you still would not have a clue
I know the sun will rise
Just like the stars in the skies
Just like every time you look at me with loving in your eyes
I know the sun will rise
Youre talking to the mystics, you got psychics on the phone
What a silly waste of time
You talk about lonely but you never were alone
Boy you just got to clear your mind
I know the sun will rise
Just like the stars in the skies
Just like every time you look at me with loving in your eyes
I know the sun will rise
Why must it be some big mystery
Tell me, why cant it just be alright
I know the sun will rise
Just like the stars in the skies
Just like every time you look at me with loving in your eyes
I know the sun will rise
I know the sun will rise
Just like the stars in the skies
Just like every time you look at me with loving in your eyes
I know the sun will rise
song performed by by Edwin McCain
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In the greatest darkness
I look at the sky
and in the greatest darkness
see the brightest stars appear.
In life at the time of calamity
its greatest heroes rise
to point without uncertainty
the true way to go.
At times of persecution
more people turn to God,
than times was everything
goes well.
In times of destruction
and where people are travailed,
something in the human spirit
rise above inhumanity.
In the depth of night
the sweetest words are written
and from the cold dark earth
seeds come to life.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Stars And The Moon
Sitting down on a bench outside my residence,
I could see the stars far away in heaven;
It seems to me like,
The stars are spelling out my name.
Over here in Africa,
I keep on wondering about the nature of things;
The very patterns of the Creator's mind which,
Is yet to be understood by many!
At times it is very easy to see the stars up there,
But at times too there are no stars at all! !
How far are they, if i may ask?
How big are they, viewing from my compound?
This makes me wonder about the stars at night.
Oh creation, why has it taken us such a longer time?
We still don't understand many of your wonders;
Are we clever to see or, too blind to see?
I don't even understand some of your myths.
Like the mystic cloud of the air is,
My delight of the realms to write this muse;
There are days that i could see the Stars but,
The Moon takes over at times.
The very moon-light that helps us in the villages,
The very time to gather around by the fire side;
To listen to stories and folklore tales like,
The tales by the moon-light as the saying goes.
The 'Kwaku Ananse' stories and,
That of 'Mr. Tortoise' stories from our Elders.
Sitting on a bench outside in Africa,
I could see the stars spell out my name;
Lovely Stars of my heart,
My candle is yet to burn out;
At times, i do see the Moon as well.
My state of heart is for you oh Moon!
One day, i will visit you up there;
Directional moon to my soul,
How sound is your hospitality out there?
In my viewing views, i could see you up there;
In my wondering of things, there you are!
Oh, the Stars and the Moon out there;
Greetings from me to you all.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Laughter of the stream
I walk along by the stream,
listening to the laughter of the stones and water,
I remenber the times of joy, were they a dream?
the times I danced with the heavenly daughter.
I used to talk with her for days,
talking and walking toward the setting sun,
I remember you now in so many different ways,
and I will stay and love you till the streams laughter is done.
poem by S.C. Setai
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Green-Water Stream
To reach the Yellow-Flowered River
Go by the Green-Water Stream.
A thousand twists and turns of mountain
But the way there can’t be many miles.
The sound of water falling over rocks
And deep colour among pines.
Gently green floating water-plants.
Bright the mirrored reeds and rushes.
I am a lover of true quietness.
Watching the flow of clear water
I dream of sitting on the uncarved rock
casting a line on the endless stream.
poem by Wang Wei
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The Real Thing
I've seen your face a thousand times
I've seen your face a thousand times
Have all your stories memorized
Have all your stories memorized
I've kissed your lips a million ways
I've kissed your lips a million ways
But I still love to have you around
But I still love to have you around
I've held you too many times to count
I've held you too many times to count
I think I know you inside out
I think I know you inside out
And we're together most days
And we're together most days
But I still love to have you around
But I still love to have you around
And you're the one I want and it's not just a phase
And you're the one I want and it's not just a phase
And you're the one I trust, our love is the real thing
And you're the one I trust, our love is the real thing
Don't go away
Don't go away
My love (my love)
My love (my love)
I want you to stay
I want you to stay
In my life
In my life
Don't go away
Don't go away
My lover (my love)
My lover (my love)
I'm happiest when we spend time
I'm happiest when we spend time
You're a salty water, ocean wave
You're a salty water, ocean wave
You knock me down, you kiss my face
You knock me down, you kiss my face
I know the storms will always come
I know the storms will always come
But I still love to have you around
But I still love to have you around
Heavens knows what will come next
Heavens knows what will come next
So emotional, you're so complex
So emotional, you're so complex
A rollercoaster, built to crash
A rollercoaster, built to crash
But I still love to have you around
But I still love to have you around
You're the one I want and it's not just a phase
You're the one I want and it's not just a phase
You're the one I trust, our love is the real thing
You're the one I trust, our love is the real thing
Don't go away
Don't go away
My love (my love)
My love (my love)
I want you to stay
I want you to stay
In my life
In my life
Don't go away
Don't go away
My lover (my love)
My lover (my love)
I'm happiest when we spend time (it's only you and I)
I'm happiest when we spend time (it's only you and I)
It's you there when I close my eyes
It's you there when I close my eyes
And you in the morning
And you in the morning
I never thought you'd still be mine
I never thought you'd still be mine
Or I'd really need to have you around
Or I'd really need to have you around
Don't go away
Don't go away
My love (my love)
My love (my love)
I want you to stay
I want you to stay
In my life
In my life
Don't go away
Don't go away
My lover (my love)
My lover (my love)
I need you, you're my love supply
I need you, you're my love supply
Don't go away
Don't go away
My love (you're my love supply)
My love (you're my love supply)
I want you to stay
I want you to stay
In my life (every day, every night)
In my life (every day, every night)
Don't go away
Don't go away
My lover (you're my love supply)
My lover (you're my love supply)
I need you, you're my love supply
I need you, you're my love supply
song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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Dooms Day
Many a times
I passed through trouble
Many a times
I passed through pain
I was exploited
I was was humiliated
I was condemned
I was consumed by mystery
My wings were taken
So i couldn't fly
All i eat all day was my cry
I asked myself why
And there came a voice saying
In your affliction
Will you learn right
In your oppression
Will you rise how to fight
The sun shines at day
And stars at night
Arise and see the light
After six comes seven
I passed through hell
Before i could see heaven
I did not know that my worries
Will lead me to my haven
Many times
I passed through trouble
Many a times
I passed through pain
poem by Matt Ancient
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For Dolly -- Who Does Not Learn Her Lessons
You see the fairies dancing in the fountain,
Laughing, leaping, sparkling with the spray;
You see the gnomes, at work beneath the mountain,
Make gold and silver and diamonds every day;
You see the angels, sliding down the moonbeams,
Bring white dreams like sheaves of lilies fair;
You see the imps, scarce seen against the moonbeams,
Rise from the bonfire's blue and liquid air.
All the enchantment, all the magic there is
Hid in trees and blossoms, to you is plain and true.
Dewdrops in lupin leaves are jewels for the fairies;
Every flower that blows is a miracle for you.
Air, earth, water, fire, spread their splendid wares for you.
Millions of magics beseech your little looks;
Every soul your winged soul meets, loves you and cares for you.
Ah! why must we clip those wings and dim those eyes with books?
Soon, soon enough the magic lights grow dimmer,
Marsh mists arise to cloud the radiant sky,
Dust of hard highways will veil the starry glimmer,
Tired hands will lay the folded magic by.
Storm winds will blow through those enchanted closes,
Fairies be crushed where weed and briar grow strong . . .
Leave her her crown of magic stars and roses,
Leave her her kingdom--she will not keep it long!
poem by Edith Nesbit
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I have written
And I have written sorrow many times
Yet never cried
These tears
I have written laughter in sunspilt skies
Though kept my laughter hidden out of view
And what you see, you who see these words?
What you see is true, yet not all true
For words hang in the air
Under a vacant sky
Leaving no trace or sign or clue
Of what is lived
Of what is breathed
And concieved
In every careful wording of an 'I'
In every other that finds a 'you'
I have written sorrow many times
With eyes unwept
For fallen trees and generations gone
Keeping their secrets and their brokeness
In all that cannot tell itself
Yet travels in the silence between what is said
And what is dead, and what is gone
yvette smith march 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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English is necessary as at present original works of science are in English. I believe that in two decades times original works of science will start coming out in our languages. Then we can move over like the Japanese.
quote by Abdul Kalam
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Sweet Miracle
I wasn't waling on water
I was stadning on a reef
when the tide came in
swept beneath the surface
lost without a trace
no hope at all
no hope at all
Oh - sweet miracle
oh - sweet miracle
Of life
I wasn't walking angles
I was talking to myself
rising up to the surface
raging against the night
starless night
oh - sweet miracle
love's sweet miracle
of life
Oh salvation
Oh salvation
I wasn't praying for magic
I was hading in plain sight
rising up from the surface
to flight into th night
song performed by by Rush
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