Is There A Power That Can Sustain And Cheer
Is there a power that can sustain and cheer
The captive chieftain, by a tyrant's doom,
Forced to descend into his destined tomb--
A dungeon dark! where he must waste the year,
And lie cut off from all his heart holds dear;
What time his injured country is a stage
Whereon deliberate Valour and the rage
Of righteous Vengeance side by side appear,
Filling from morn to night the heroic scene
With deeds of hope and everlasting praise:--
Say can he think of this with mind serene
And silent fetters? Yes, if visions bright
Shine on his soul, reflected from the days
When he himself was tried in open light.
poem by William Wordsworth
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A Dark Side
You asked
if I had
a dark side.
Most of my life
has been lived
on the dark side.
But I always
believed in the power
and cosmic beauty
of solar energy
radiant vibrant stellar
life giving light.
You asked
if I had
a dark side.
Most of my life
has been lived
on the dark side.
Yet my heart and soul were
no part of the madness
the blackness the void
except as reluctant captive
resisting the entombing life
depleting molasses dark side.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Dark Side Cosmic Expansion Exonerated
She asked
if I had
a dark side.
Most of my life
has been lived
on the dark side.
But I have
always
believed in
sublime power
cosmic beauty
permeating
awe-inspiring
solar energy
radiant
vibrant stellar
life
giving light.
She asked
if I had
a dark side.
Most of my life
has been lived
on the dark side.
Yet my heart
and soul were
no conduct part
of madness
the blackness
the void
except as
reluctant captive
resisting
the entombing
life depleting
molasses dark side.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Night. To Lucasta
Night! loathed jaylor of the lock'd up sun,
And tyrant-turnkey on committed day,
Bright eyes lye fettered in thy dungeon,
And Heaven it self doth thy dark wards obey.
Thou dost arise our living hell;
With thee grones, terrors, furies dwell;
Until LUCASTA doth awake,
And with her beams these heavy chaines off shake.
Behold! with opening her almighty lid,
Bright eyes break rowling, and with lustre spread,
And captive day his chariot mounted is;
Night to her proper hell is beat,
And screwed to her ebon seat;
Till th' Earth with play oppressed lies,
And drawes again the curtains of her eyes.
But, bondslave, I know neither day nor night;
Whether she murth'ring sleep, or saving wake;
Now broyl'd ith' zone of her reflected light,
Then frose, my isicles, not sinews shake.
Smile then, new Nature, your soft blast
Doth melt our ice, and fires waste;
Whil'st the scorch'd shiv'ring world new born
Now feels it all the day one rising morn.
poem by Richard Lovelace
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Oh, What A Silent Night
The night before Christmas
Alone in the dark
Not a creature is stirring
Except for my heart
This old house without you
Just don't feel right.
Oh, what a silent night.
Then in the twinklin'
Of my eye
A teardrop comes fallin'
As I realize
I'm all alone
And you're by his side.
Oh, what a silent night.
Your stockin' are hangin'
Across our old bed
As visions of yesterdays
dance in my head
The fire burns hotter
But I'm cold as ice.
Oh, what a silent night.
Then in the twinklin'
Of my eye
A teardrop comes fallin'
As I realize
I'm all alone
And you're by his side.
Oh, what a silent night.
Oh, what a silent night...
song performed by by Randy Travis
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Patriot
And the rivers shall open for the righteous...
And the rivers shall open for the righteous...
And the rivers shall open for the righteous someday...
I was walking with my brother,
And he wondered, oh how I am.
Said what I believe in my soul
Ain't what I see with my eyes,
And there's no turning back this time.
I am a patriot, and I love my country,
Because my country is all I know.
Wanna be with my family,
People who understand me.
I got no place else to go.
I was walking with my girlfriend.
She looked so fine, I said
"Baby, what's on your mind?"
Said I want to run like the lions
Released from their cages...
Released from the rages
Burning in my soul tonight.
I am a patriot, and I love my country,
Because my country is all I know.
And I ain't no communist,
And I ain't no socialist,
And I ain't no capitalist,
And I ain't no imperialist,
And I ain't no democrat,
Sure ain't no republican either,
I only know one party,
And that is freedom.
I am...I am...I am...
I am a patriot, and I love my country,
Because my country is all I know.
And the rivers shall open for the righteous,
And the rivers shall open for the righteous,
And the rivers shall open for the righteous someday...
Someday...someday
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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Know my Pain
what is p.a.i.n,
pain is power asserting itself now,
usually expressed in the traumatizing rain,
letting your soul and your mind allow,
to bring about visions of despair,
that is towering over your heart,
what is a h.e.a.r.t,
a heart is howling expressions of a righteous tear,
yes, a heart is something that is always injured,
protected with a soul and mind,
that is always blocking a light,
leaving the heart confused and blind,
wandering and falling but still trying with all its might,
what is a s.o.u.l
a soul is a small outburst under layers,
indeed, a soul is something that needs pain,
yet, it doesn't have a heart,
it needs layers,
these layers are us humans,
humans complete the idea that,
(S.O.U.L) are (H.E.A.R.T) but is held down by (P.A.I.N)
fear my pain,
feel my pain,
hate my pain,
this is my pain,
KNOW MY PAIN
poem by Justice Bernard Brown
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The Light Of Freedom
In the silent darkness of the night
somewhere shines a faithful light.
Ever so bright to those who can see
guiding everyone who wants to flee.
There is a way one must take
a path by which one can escape.
The night is short there isn't much time
before you know it the sun will shine.
There is no doubt about the way
you cannot see it during the day.
But then again it seems to me
how hard the way is to be free.
Elusive light come shine on me
show me where I ought to be.
By the deeds I do I hope you'll find
perhaps I should not be left behind.
If you choose me as one of the few
I'll follow wherever you lead me to.
poem by George Krokos
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Y.. The Little Light
There is a little light,
A little light in your heart,
A little light that has tremendous power
If we allow, it can obliterate all darkness.
That little light in your heart
Let it shine.
There is a little light,
A little light in your soul
If we allow, it carries tremendous wisdom
It flashes sparks and thoughts of goodness
That little light in your soul
Let it shine
No matter how dark is the night
Within, you can always find that little light
The light in your heart, the light in your soul
They're always there to brighten your world
These little lights of your heart and soul,
Let them shine.
poem by Aufie Zophy
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Far Far Away
Far, far away from those city lights
Might be shining on you tonight
Far, far away from you
On the dark side of the moon
I long to hold you in my arms and sway
Kiss and ride on the CTA
I need to see you tonight
And those bright lights
Oh, I know it's right
Deep in my heart
I'll know it's right
By the bed, by the light that you read by
By the time that I get home to say good night
I need to see you again
On the dark side my friend
On the dark side
song performed by by Wilco
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Far, far away is mirth withdrawn
Far, far away is mirth withdrawn
'Tis three long hours before the morn
And I watch lonely, drearily -
So come thou shade commune with me
Deserted one ! thy corpse lies cold
And mingled with a foreign mould -
Year after year the grass grows green
Above the dust where thou hast been.
I will not name thy blighted name
Tarnished by unforgotton shame
Though not because my bosom torn
Joins the mad world in all its scorn -
Thy phantom face is dark with woe
Tears have left ghastly traces there,
Those ceaseless tears ! I wish their flow
Could quench thy wild despair.
They deluge my heart like the rain
On cursed Gomorrah's howling plain -
Yet when I hear thy foes deride
I must cling closely to thy side -
Our mutual foes - they will not rest
From trampling on thy buried breast -
Glutting there hatred with the doom
They picture thine, beyond the tomb -
But God is not like human kind
Man cannot read the Almighty mind
Vengeance will never tortue they
Nor hunt thy soul eternally
Then do not in this night of grief
This time of over whelming fear
O do not think that God can leave
Forget, forsake, refuse to hear ! -
What have I dreamt ? He lies asleep
With whom my heart would vainly weep
He rests - and I endure the woe
That left his spirit long ago -
poem by Emily Jane Brontë
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The Other Side Of Life
(alan obryant)
Praise God I feel like singing
Im on the other side of life now
All my days of sorrow
And tears for my loved ones
I wish I could tell them the door that I feel
Though my body is weary
My soul is uplifted
My sins are forgiven and my jesus is real
Praise God I feel like singing
Im on the other side of life now
Though my eyes are dim
I see heaven clearly
Though my voice grows feeble I sing just the same
In my heart theres a song
As I see the gates open
Ill sing forever my joyous refrain
Praise God I feel like singing
Im on the other side of life now
Praise God I feel like singing
Im on the other side of life now
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Far, Far Away Is Mirth Withdrawn
Far, far away is mirth withdrawn
'Tis three long hours before the morn
And I watch lonely, drearily
So come thou shade commune with me
Deserted one ! thy corpse lies cold
And mingled with a foreign mould
Year after year the grass grows green
Above the dust where thou hast been.
I will not name thy blighted name
Tarnished by unforgotton shame
Though not because my bosom torn
Joins the mad world in all its scorn.
Thy phantom face is dark with woe
Tears have left ghastly traces there,
Those ceaseless tears ! I wish their flow
Could quench thy wild despair.
They deluge my heart like the rain
On cursed Gomorrah's howling plain
Yet when I hear thy foes deride
I must cling closely to thy side.
Our mutual foes - they will not rest
From trampling on thy buried breast
Glutting there hatred with the doom
They picture thine, beyond the tomb.
But God is not like human kind
Man cannot read the Almighty mind
Vengeance will never tortue they
Nor hunt thy soul eternally
Then do not in this night of grief
This time of over whelming fear
O do not think that God can leave
Forget, forsake, refuse to hear!
What have I dreamt ? He lies asleep
With whom my heart would vainly weep
He rests - and I endure the woe
That left his spirit long ago.
poem by Emily Brontë from The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë (1908)
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Darkness And Daylight
You love the day, worship the light.
You mourn the setting of the sun, hide from the night.
I?
I curse the light of day, though most would praise and cheer.
I say if there were no light, the dark would hold no fear.
How would we feel about the dark if the harsh bright sun had never shone?
We would not wish for light!
For we would know the dark, alone.
It is the harsh, stark light of day which makes the dark of night seem cold.
Dark is bad and light is good, or so I have been told.
But without the dark, what would be the light?
What would a day mean, if we had no night?
poem by Lynda Remus
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The Sign of Jonah
In the tomb for three days, but, He’d rise to the Father’s praise,
For three days and three nights, in that dark tomb, out of sight,
The Son of God, sent to save, now lay dead down in the grave,
For indeed, Christ was dead, the hope of many turned to dread.
It was Jonah Christ pointed to, regarding all that God would do,
In the belly of a fish for a time, three days and nights for a sign,
After taken off that wicked tree, in the earth’s belly He would be,
Christ’s body in a tomb would lay, but, as He said, it didn’t stay.
Disciples scattered by the cross, now discouraged and felt lost,
It was truly a dark time for those, before The Lord had truly rose,
From the cross to that tomb, His followers now filled with doom,
What occurred caused much grief, filling all hearts with disbelief.
Their disbelief would take a turn, as all failing hearts would learn,
That Christ did just what He said, and Jesus was no longer dead,
Alive and here just like before, was Jesus Christ, The Risen Lord,
Back again, their Lord and friend, for that grave was not His end.
Just as the fish spit Jonah out; The Lord would have a turnabout,
Now risen by His own decree, was Christ, the Savior of humanity,
Now restored to God’s right hand, Lord and Savior of every land,
God’s Proven Hope to all nations, of His One and Only Salvation.
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Love Is On My Side
So strange when lovers change their mind
To realize the joy left foolishly behind
I feel secure down in my soul
*(somehow I know)
I know that love is on my side
(deep down I know)
I know that love is on my side
Im gonna win, yeah*
Some nights I slip into the past
To better understand why two hearts never last
I just dont know why nights so tender turn so cold
( * repeat)
Walk on, through the night
Its all just a game she plays so well
In time, I know the tide will be turnin
And shes gonna learn
Shine a light, shine it bright
And time, will testify I know
I know that (repeat)
song performed by by Survivor
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Rondeau Redoublé
[and scarcely worth the trouble, at that]
The same to me are somber days and gay.
Though Joyous dawns the rosy morn, and bright,
Because my dearest love is gone away
Within my heart is melancholy night.
My heart beats low in loneliness, despite
That riotous Summer holds the earth in sway.
In cerements my spirit is bedight;
The same to me are somber days and gay.
Though breezes in the rippling grasses play,
And waves dash high and far in glorious might,
I thrill no longer to the sparkling day,
Though joyous dawns the rosy morn, and bright.
Ungraceful seems to me the swallow's flight;
As well might heaven's blue be sullen gray;
My soul discerns no beauty in their sight
Because my dearest love is gone away.
Let roses fling afar their crimson spray,
And virgin daisies splash the fields with white,
Let bloom the poppy hotly as it may,
Within my heart is melancholy night.
And this, O love, my pitiable plight
Whenever from my circling arms you stray;
This little world of mine has lost its light....
I hope to God, my dear, that you can say
The same to me.
poem by Dorothy Parker
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Open Skies
I had a lonely feeling,
I time in need of healing changes,
They happen every day.
And all the people trying,
To stop the tears and crying angels,
And still they wonder.
Where life holds a reason why,
In time for all that we know.
(CHORUS)
Open skies, on the other side.
Its only raining in your mind.
Its only raining.
I see the childrens faces,
In dark and foreign places angels,
Who never wonder why.
And all the old men reading,
Meanwhile their pages bleeding changes,
And still they wonder.
Where life holds a reason why,
In time for all that we know
(CHORUS)
Open skies, on the other side.
Its only raining in your mind.
Open skies, when you close your eyes.
Its only raining in your mind.
Ooh, its raining again,
Dont take me away.
With all we keep on learning,
Cant stop the world from turning over,
And still they wonder why.
Where life holds their reason why,
In time for all that we know.
(REPEAT CHORUS)
song performed by by Open Skyz
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Bright Side Of The Road
From the dark end of the street
To the bright side of the road
Well be lovers once again on the
Bright side of the road
Little darlin, come with me
Wont you help me share my load
From the dark end of the street
To the bright side of the road
Into this life were born
Baby sometimes we dont know why
And time seems to go by so fast
In the twinkling of an eye
Lets enjoy it while we can
Wont you help me sing my song
From the dark end of the street
To the bright side of the road
From the dark end of the street
To the bright side of the road
Well be lovers once again
On the bright side of the road
Well be lovers once again on the bright side of the road
song performed by by Van Morrison
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The Mountain
Words and music by bob seger
The other side of the mountain
Is where I want to be
Its a far piece over the mountain
But I hope youll go with me
I grew up as a dreamer
I found that dreams arent free
Now I want you here with me
Ive lived so long near the mountain
Its almost part of me
I want to have it behind me
It blocks out all I can see
It looms up dark and ancient
Its shadow over me
I want it behind me
All that time, all that precious time
Its gone from you and me
Were givin up this scene
Were givin up this scene
Now some will say that were destined
Some will call it fate
Me I call it obsession
Its just like love and hate
Were prisoners of our passion
We all seem to find too late
I hope its not too late
Were givin up this scene
Ah babe were givin up this scene
Were gettin out
Were givin up this scene
You and me baby
Yeah were givin up this scene
song performed by by Bob Seger
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The Grave of The Unfortunate
Light fall the early dews of even, and out upon the air
The cereus flowers fling lavishly the fragrance that they bear;
One star, of all the eyes of heaven, is yet alone awake,
And sends abroad its prying glance to gaze on bower and lake.
Come bid the silent lute breathe out a low and mournful strain,
A sad and tearful melody, a wailing for the slain;
And as the notes glide far away, I'll tell thee how one died,
Who sleeps in quiet loneliness, forgotten, by thy side.
The weary slave had left his toil;—it was an eve like this,
But to his heart its loveliness would bring no throb of bliss;
He only thought of former days, when she who shared his chains
Had roved in freedom by his side, amid their native plains.
A cry of anguish caught his ear—in shrieks she breathed his name,
And forward to his cot he sprung with heart and pulse of flame;
Amid her weeping babes she knelt, and o'er her crouching head
The white man's lash in mockery swung, all newly stain'd with red.
One blow has fell'd him to the earth—one blow alone was lent,
And from the cot in rage and shame the tyrant master went;
But for that blow a felon's death the Afric chieftain died,
And here, forgot by all but her, he slumbers by thy side.
poem by Elizabeth Margaret Chandler from Poetical Works
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