Power Of Music
AN Orpheus! an Orpheus! yes, Faith may grow bold,
And take to herself all the wonders of old;--
Near the stately Pantheon you'll meet with the same
In the street that from Oxford hath borrowed its name.
His station is there; and he works on the crowd,
He sways them with harmony merry and loud;
He fills with his power all their hearts to the brim--
Was aught ever heard like his fiddle and him?
What an eager assembly! what an empire is this!
The weary have life, and the hungry have bliss;
The mourner is cheered, and the anxious have rest;
And the guilt-burthened soul is no longer opprest.
As the Moon brightens round her the clouds of the night,
So He, where he stands, is a centre of light;
It gleams on the face, there, of dusky-browed Jack,
And the pale-visaged Baker's, with basket on back.
That errand-bound 'Prentice was passing in haste--
What matter! he's caught--and his time runs to waste;
The Newsman is stopped, though he stops on the fret;
And the half-breathless Lamplighter--he's in the net!
The Porter sits down on the weight which he bore;
The Lass with her barrow wheels hither her store;--
If a thief could be here he might pilfer at ease;
She sees the Musician, 'tis all that she sees!
He stands, backed by the wall;--he abates not his din
His hat gives him vigour, with boons dropping in,
From the old and the young, from the poorest; and there!
The one-pennied Boy has his penny to spare.
O blest are the hearers, and proud be the hand
Of the pleasure it spreads through so thankful a band;
I am glad for him, blind as he is!--all the while
If they speak 'tis to praise, and they praise with a smile.
That tall Man, a giant in bulk and in height,
Not an inch of his body is free from delight;
Can he keep himself still, if he would? oh, not he!
The music stirs in him like wind through a tree.
Mark that Cripple who leans on his crutch; like a tower
That long has leaned forward, leans hour after hour!--
That Mother, whose spirit in fetters is bound,
While she dandles the Babe in her arms to the sound.
Now, coaches and chariots! roar on like a stream;
Here are twenty souls happy as souls in a dream:
They are deaf to your murmurs--they care not for you,
Nor what ye are flying, nor what ye pursue!
poem by William Wordsworth
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Orpheus
(carly simon)
Orpheus, it could have been
You could have held me again
You said your songs had all gone
And that the road back up was too long
But it ws there for us
It was there for us
I loved you all along
Orpheus
The part of me that died
Was ready to be reborn
And you called of the hounds
Of hell with your songs
Orpheus, orpheus
I loved you all along, orpheus
Orpheus, it could have been
You could have held me again
But you couldnt wait
Somewhere along the road
You lost your faith
Out of despair and believing
I was gone
You gave up on my love
You gave up on us
But it was there for us,
It was there for us
I loved you all along
Orpheus
song performed by by Carly Simon
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Orpheus Magic Poetic Music
Orphus 'twas playing
His most magical tune
While Greek soldiers
Fought under blue moon
Tyrants and despots
Bent towards their evil whims
Undaunting acrimony
Their foul mouths spin
But in the distance
Near the Aegean Sea
Orpheus's music
Has inticed little me
The Oracle announced him
'He's magic' The oracle bemused
Poetry came to me
I so very enthused
The Acropolis of Athen's
Stood tall at attention
In hopes that Orpheus
Would give them honrable mention
Dedicated to: Origins of Poetry
To Orpheus and all things Greek
I love You...
poem by Theodora Onken
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Borrowed
borrowed shirts, borrowed shoes,
borrowed books, borrowed thoughts,
borrowed bed, borrowed lover,
borrowed dreams, borrowed salt.
borrowed children, borrowed mothers,
borrowed study, borrowed lives.
borrowed God, borrowed heaven,
borrowed killers with borrowed knives.
borrowed flags, borrowed lies,
borrowed virtue, borrowed freedom.
borrowed bombs, borrowed bullets,
borrowed puppets, borrowed kingdoms.
borrowed soup bowls, borrowed numbers,
borrowed tents, borrowed bridge.
borrowed hope, borrowed survival,
borrowed till it's sacrilige!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Song: On Borrowed Time
We're all living on borrowed time,
Near the brooding sea and brine.
And we grow our primate's spine,
In every clime.
Since we crawled out from 'neath the grime,
And evolved to a species – prime.
We've been living on borrowed time,
On borrowed time.
On borrowed time. We feed and dine.
On borrowed time. In swill like swine.
On borrowed time. We sup our wine.
On borrowed time. On borrowed time!
On borrowed time. In slow decline.
On borrowed time. No season shines.
On borrowed time. No reason rhymes.
On borrowed time. On borrowed time!
We're all living on borrowed time,
Acting out our roles in mime,
As if you cannot tell that I'm confused.
We're all living on borrowed time,
And we're captured hook and line.
Enraptured lives entwine as minds unloose.
On borrowed time, by frantic chime,
Of doomsday clocks and scam sub-prime.
On borrowed time, we count the dime.
On borrowed time. On borrowed time!
From that day of Eve's droll crime,
When dull Adam su*ked the lime,
We've been living on borrowed time,
On borrowed time.
On borrowed time. By dread defined.
On borrowed time. Knee-deep in slime.
On borrowed time. We moan and whine.
On borrowed time. On borrowed time!
On borrowed time. To heights sublime.
On borrowed time. Statistics climb.
On borrowed time. Who reads the signs?
On borrowed time. On borrowed time!
poem by David SmithWhite
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Blue Orpheus
If you want to cry
You can always find something to cry about
Its so easy to be wise
Over someone elses tears
But you have a gift
That the rest of us just cant live without
And its something in your voice
When you tell us how you feel
cause weve all loved something and lost it
And its burning my heart
I cant open my mouth and just let it out
But when I hear my blue orpheus sing
I know that life is a wonderful thing
Somewhere theres love and perpetual spring
I know life is a wonderful thing
Seems so long ago
The sound of your joy filled the atmosphere
We can make it on our own
But the road is so rocky and steep
And when you feel lost
No one tells you what you need to hear
And the only dream you have
Is the one thats in your sleep
cause we soon forget what were here for
I need someone to say hes got dreams of his own
Ill know Im not alone
I want to hear my blue orpheus sing
Ill know that life is a wonderful thing
Somewhere theres love and perpetual spring
Ill know life is a wonderful thing
Sing
You will one day be together again
Though you can not see her
Sing
She is somewhere in the world
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Quick! We Have But a Second
Quick! we have but a second,
Fill round the cup while you may;
For time, the churl, hath beckon'd,
And we must away, away!
Grasp the pleasure that's flying,
For oh, not Orpheus' strain
Could keep sweet hours from dying,
Or charm them to life again.
Then, quick! we have but a second,
Fill round the cup while you may!
For Time, the churl hath beckon'd,
And we must away, away.
See the glass, how it flushes,
Like some young Hebe's lip,
And half meets thine, and blushes
That thou shouldst delay to sip.
Shame, oh shame unto thee,
If ever thou see'st that day,
When a cup or lip shall woo thee,
And turn untouch'd away!
Then, quick! we have but a second,
Fill round, fill round while you may,
For Time, the churl, hath beckon'd,
And we must away, away!
poem by Thomas Moore
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Oxford Town
Oxford town, oxford town
Evrybodys got their heads bowed down
The sun dont shine above the ground
Aint a-goin down to oxford town
He went down to oxford town
Guns and clubs followed him down
All because his face was brown
Better get away from oxford town
Oxford town around the bend
He come in to the door, he couldnt get in
All because of the color of his skin
What do you think about that, my frien?
Me and my gal, my gals son
We got met with a tear gas bomb
I dont even know why we come
Goin back where we come from
Oxford town in the afternoon
Evrybody singin a sorrowful tune
Two men died neath the mississippi moon
Somebody better investigate soon
Oxford town, oxford town
Evrybodys got their heads bowed down
The sun dont shine above the ground
Aint a-goin down to oxford town
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Music
The might of music, and its mystic fire,
Will from no studied Art alone proceed;
The soul of Orpheus must thrill the lyre,
The breath of Pan must blow the plaintive reed.
poem by Florence Earle Coates from Poems (1898)
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Division
Some people have to work all day
just to make ends meet.
And some get to live a life we call
living on easy street.
Now these opposites will probably
never ever meet.
'Cause some live on big avenues,
the others on the street,
the street that has its houses
all lined up in a row,
hardly a space between them
where weeds in cracked cement grow.
They do not venture where
the flowers grow on avenues
to smell their glorious fragrances
or see their colorful views.
The separation between the two
is how the world proceeds,
some with all the comforts,
some with all the needs.
If this life we're living
had fairness in its heart
nowhere would you find on earth
such division tearing us apart.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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AND Not The Beginning
MY HEART is free,
it is giving me options
from a
to z, yet it is me that
rules,
my head as crown
my heart below,
it is not Freud but
Van gogh,
it is not the skin
but the convoluted brain
not now, but always
the later on,
you see, it is not
Hercules but
Orpheus,
not the prologue but
the epilogue
these are what really
count,
it is the End.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Impromptu, to a Young Lady Singing
Sing, gentle maid -- reform my breast,
And soften all my care;
Thus may I be some moments blest,
And easy in despair.
The pow'r of Orpheus lives in you;
You can the passions of my soul subdue,
And tame the lions and the tigers there.
poem by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
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If faith produce no works, I see That faith is not a living tree. Thus faith and works together grow, No separate life they never can know. They're soul and body, hand and heart, What God hath joined, let no man part.
quote by Hannah More
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Songs Set To Music: 21. Set By Mr. De Fesch
Touch the lyre, touch every string;
Touch it, Orpheus; I will sing
A song which shall immortal be,
Since she I sing's a deity;
A Leonora, whose bless'd birth
Has no relation to this earth.
poem by Matthew Prior
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Eurydice; Where Art Thou? ; A Song
(tuned down 1 full step)
(Em, A7)
(Verse I)
At the Standing Stones, at Willow Grove
Voices call beneath the roots below
Banks of Tartarus River running high(Styx, Styx)
Orpheus laments his death born bride
(chorus) (G, D, Em)
Eurydice; Where art thou?
Below the Upper Air I harken deathly cries
Eurydice; Where canst thee be?
I tarry here as Orpheus at the Willow Tree
(Em, A7)
At the Willow Tree…………………..At the Willow Tree of Love
(Verse II)
The Willows weep lamenting as do I
As The Dark Lord takes below his Death Muse bride
An aspect of myself The Hades be
Yet tears impede my view I can not see
(chorus)
(riff)
(Verse III)
My sorrowed cries indite the midnight air
As I discard my flesh and nothing care
Lilith takes my hand in Hers so slow
An’ through the Willow Root we tae to lands below
(chorus)
(Verse IV)
The Dark Lord meets me on the battlefield
No quarter shall be granted, neither side shalt yield
On the Shortest Day this victory shall be mine
Yet, Eurydice won’t return till Vernal Tide
(chorus)
Em, A7)
At the Willow Tree…………………..At the Willow Tree of Love
Steve Trimmer
poem by Steve Trimmer
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Orpheus
Orpheus he went, as poets tell,
To fetch Eurydice from hell;
And had her, but it was upon
This short, but strict condition;
Backward he should not look, while he
Led her through hell's obscurity.
But ah! it happen'd, as he made
His passage through that dreadful shade,
Revolve he did his loving eye,
For gentle fear or jealousy;
And looking back, that look did sever
Him and Eurydice for ever.
poem by Robert Herrick
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0037 Ode to the Patience of a Yawning Audience
O come sweet sleep, and close my eyes with verse!
with drowsy metre, meet a deeper sleep;
to sleep, to dream, I never am averse -
to slumber numbed by poet's numbers deep;
so, here's a verse that's very brief - a sonnet:
just fourteen lines to challenge your attention:
please rest your weary ears, I pray, upon it;
head up; back straight; let go of any tension;
count the passing seconds to that time
-I'll indicate it with a final couplet -
when glorious English in immortal rhyme
blesses you with torpor's blissful duvet...
and after tribute paid to Orpheus' charms,
with stifled yawn, depart to Morpheus' arms...
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Chorus from Hellas
The world`s great age begins anew,
The golden years return,
The earth doth like a snake renew
Her winter weeds outworn:
Heaven smiles, and faith and empires gleam,
Like a wrecks of a dissolving dream.
A brighter Hellas rears its mountains
From waves serener far;
A new Peneus rolls his fountains
Against the morning star.
Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep
Young Cyclads on a sunnier deep.
A loftier Argo cleaves the main,
Fraught with a later prize;
Another Orpheus sings again,
And loves, and weeps, and dies.
A new Ulyssses leaves once more
Calypso for his native shore...
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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By Faith By: Cay Thorne
By faith we are loved –
By those who care for us.
By faith we have a heart –
To love everything and everyone.
By faith we can show virtue and enlightenment –
To those who need to be enlightened.
By faith we live within peace –
Especially during time of war.
By faith we have courage –
To do something brave and heroic.
By faith we face discrimination –
In every form there is under the sun with gusto and understanding.
By faith we can do wonders –
Beyond any means needed.
By faith we can do anything –
That we set our mind and heart on it.
By faith we have encouragement –
To try anything new that comes our way in life.
By faith we have hope –
To fight through any struggle that comes our way in life.
By faith we have hope –
To stop all wars and fights;
That begins with hatred.
BY FAITH ITSELF WE CAN DO A LOT OF GOOD IN THIS WORLD WITHOUT TURNING TO VIOLENCE.
poem by Cay Thorne
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Sonnet Of The Street
The main street where families feud now awaits
while one crew proceeds to meet the other
one seeks revenge, no matter what it takes
they want to see blood, to see them suffer
as both families come closer together
the street holds pride from ancestors with heart
fight is all you have you can't do better
they meet half way to grow further apart
on a battlefield with swords of the past
where gun shots shoot futures of the present
birthdays of the dead come and go so fast
the streets empty and the moon is a crescent
many sons lie far from fathers six feet,
buried with insects. Lets go to the street.
poem by Daniel McCann
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Faith is an axiom
Faith is an axiom which is beyond proof.
Faith is a self-evident fact, a conviction, a belief which exists without a reason.
You put it to test, you fail. You cannot show the faith but you can certainly have one.
Hence, it is said to always “have faith” or to “keep faith”.
The more faith you have, the more hopes grow. The more hopes grow, the more optimism flows. The more optimism flows, the more confidence grows........so.....
Have faith in goodness and the good will soon follow.
Have faith in abundance and the riches will soon follow.
poem by Meetika Srivastava
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