Salve Eternum
I.
Farewell! O soul departed!
Farewell! O sacred urn!
Bereaved and broken-hearted,
To earth the mourners turn.
To the dim and dreary shore,
Thou art gone our steps before!
But thither the swift Hours lead us,
And thou dost but a while precede us,
Salve-salve!
Loved urn, and thou solemn cell,
Mute ashes!-farewell, farewell!
Salve-salve!
II.
Ilicet-ire licet-
Ah, vainly would we part!
Thy tomb is the faithful heart.
About evermore we bear thee;
For who from the heart can tear thee?
Vainly we sprinkle o'er us
The drops of the cleansing stream;
And vainly bright before us
The lustral fire shall beam.
For where is the charm expelling
Thy thought from its sacred dwelling?
Our griefs are thy funeral feast,
And Memory thy mourning priest.
Salve-salve!
III.
Ilicet-ire licet!
The spark from the hearth is gone
Wherever the air shall bear it;
The elements take their own-
The shadows receive thy spirit.
It will soothe thee to feel our grief,
As thou glid'st by the Gloomy River!
If love may in life be brief,
In death it is fixed for ever.
Salve-salve!
In the hall which our feasts illume,
The rose for an hour may bloom;
But the cypress that decks the tomb-
The cypress is green for ever!
Salve-salve!
poem by Edward George Bulwer-Lytton
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A fool repays a salve by a stab, and a stab by a salve.
A fool repays a salve by a stab, and a stab by a salve. [He mistakes friends for foes and foes for friends.]
Oh What A Circus
Che: Oh what a circus
Oh what a show
Argentina has gone to town
Over the death of an actress called Eva Peron
We've all gone crazy mourning all day and mourning all night
Falling over ourselves to get all of the misery right
Oh what an exit that's how to go
When they're ringing your curtain down
Demand to be buried like Eva Peron
It's quite a sunset
And good for the country in a roundabout way
We've made the front page of all the world's papers today
But who is this Santa Evita
Why all this howling hysterical sorrow
What kind of goddess has lived among us
How will we ever get by without her
She had her moments she had some style
The best show in town was the crowd
Outside the Casa Rosada crying Eva Peron
But that's all gone now
As soon as the smoke from the funeral clears
We're all gonna see and how
She's done nothing for years
Choir: Salve Regina mater misericordiae
Vita dulcedo et spes nostra
Salve salve Regina
Ad te clamamus
Exules filii Eva
Ad tu suspiramus gementes
Et flentes o clemens o pia
Che: You let down your people Evita
You were supposed to have been immortal
That's all they wanted not much to ask for
But in the end you could not deliver
Sing you fools but you got it wrong
Enjoy your prayers because you haven't got long
Your queen is dead your king is through
And she's not coming back to you
Show business kept us all alive
Since 17 October 1945
But the star has gone
The glamour's worn thin
That's a pretty bad state for a state to be in
Instead of government we had a stage
Instead of ideas a prima donna's rage
Instead of help we were given a crowd
She didn't say much but she said it loud
Sing you fools but you got it wrong
Enjoy your prayers because you haven't got long
Your queen is dead your king is through
And she's not coming back to you
Choir: Salve Regina mater misericordiae
Vita dulcedo et spes nostra
Salve salve Regina Peron
Ad te clamamus
Exules filii Eva
Ad tu suspiramus gementes
Et flentes o clemens o pia
Eva: Don't cry for me Argentina
For I am ordinary unimportant
And undeserving of such attention
Uneless we all are I think we all are
So share my glory so share my coffin
So share my glory so share my coffin
Che: It's our funeral too
song performed by by Madonna from Evita Soundtrack (Part 1)
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Ch 08 On Rules For Conduct In Life - Admonition 19
Ask not a dervish in poor circumstances, and in the distress of a year of famine, how he feels, unless thou art ready to apply a salve to his wound or to provide him with a maintenance.
When thou seest an ass, fallen in mud with his load,
Have mercy in thy heart and step not on his head.
But when thou hast gone and asked him how he fell,
Gird thy loins and take hold of his tail like a man.
Ballad IV
Farewell, my lady dear and dread,
Farewell, of all sovereign and queen,
Farewell, perfect and sacred head,
Farewell, who dost all honour mean,
Farewell, true heart, loyal and clean,
Farewell, best flower the world doth bear,
Farewell, yet not farewell, O white and fair !
Farewell, O wise, that no ill said,
Farewell, river that made life green,
Farewell, in whom fame harboured,
Farewell, voice that all ears could win,
Farewell, solace of all my teen,
Farewell, whose grace is wide as air,
Farewell, yet not farewell, O white and fair !
Farewell, soft look that through me sped,
Farewell, more fair than Helen queen,
Farewell, body and sweet soul wed,
Farewell, thou most gracious demesne,
Farewell, pole-star, joyous and keen,
Farewell, fountain of valour rare,
Farewell, yet not farewell, O white and fair !
Farewell, Princess of noblest mien,
Farewell, thou aweing smile serene,
Farewell, without fault, sin's despair,
Farewell, yet not farewell, O white and fair !
poem by Christine de Pizan
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Desiring to Be Given up to God
That my heart was right with thee,
And lov'd thee with a perfect love!
O that my Lord would dwell in me,
And never from his seat remove!
Jesus, remove th' impending load,
And set my soul on fire for God!
Thou seest I dwell in awful night
Until thou in my heart appear;
Kindle the flame, O Lord, and light
Thine everlasting candle there:
Thy presence puts the shadows by;
If thou art gone, how dark am I!
Ah! Lord, how should thy servant see,
Unless thou give me seeing eyes?
Well may I fall, if out of thee;
If out of thee, how should I rise?
I wander, Lord, without thy aid,
And lose my way in midnight's shade.
Thy bright, unerring light afford,
A light that gives the sinner hope;
And from the house of bondage, Lord,
O bring the weary captive up,
Thine hand alone can set me free
And reach my pardon out to me.
O let my prayer acceptance find,
And bring the mighty blessing down;
With eye-salve, Lord, anoint the blind,
And seal me thine adopted son:
A fallen, helpless creature take,
And heir of thy salvation make.
poem by Augustus Montague Toplady
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Prayer is .... the salve on the wounds of our spirit that we order from God in our moments with Him.
Patience is sorrow's salve.
quote by Charles Churchill
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The Slave-Mother's Farewell
May God have mercy on thee, son, for man's stern heart hath none!
My gentle boy, my beautiful, my loved and only one!
I would the bitter tears that steep thy young and grief-doom'd head,
Were springing from a broken heart, that mourn'd thee with the dead.
And yet how often have I watch'd above thine infant sleep,
With love whose gushing tenderness strove vainly not to weep,
When starting through my timid heart, the thought that thou couldst die,
Shot, even amidst a mother's bliss, a pang of agony.
My boy! my boy! Oh cling not thus around me in thy grief,
Thy mother's arm, thy mother's love, can yield thee no relief;
The tiger's bloody jaw hath not a gripe more fierce and fell
Than that which tears thee from my arms—thou who wert loved so well!
How may I live bereft of thee? Thy smile was all that flung
A ray of gladness ‘midst the gloom, forever round me hung:
How may a mother's heart endure to think upon thy fate,
Thou doom'd to misery and chains!—so young and desolate!
Farewell! farewell!—They tear thee hence!—and yet my heart beats on;
How can it bear the weight of life, when thou art from me gone?
Mine own! mine own! Yet cruel hands have barter'd thee for gold,
And torn thee, with a ruthless grasp, forever from my hold!
poem by Elizabeth Margaret Chandler from Poetical Works (1836)
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Breeze
Gentle bliss of Heaven around
To soothe a matter bruised
Gentle blow of a soft Goddess
To salve the heart hurt
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Pienso En T
Cuando siento que mi vida se desliza
y la soledad me come da a da,
Pienso en t... Pienso en t...
Cuando el fro me llena el alma me congela
y la lluvia me persigue, no me deja
Pienso en t... Pienso en t...
Pienso en t... Pienso en t...
Pienso en ti... Ay como pienso en t...
Pienso en t porque es por t
que sobrevivo y es por t que vivo roto.
Pienso en t porque yo creo en el milagro
que me salve si te toco.
Porque quiero estar contigo y no te tengo
y me muero poco a poco.
Pienso en t... Pienso en t...
Pienso en t... Pienso en t...
Cuando siento que el futuro ya ha pasado
y la noche se detiene a mi lado
Pienso en t... Pienso en t...
cuando el ruido del silencio me despierta
y me duele cada instante de tu ausencia
Pienso en t... Pienso en t...
Pienso en t... Pienso en t...
Pienso en t porque es por t
que sobrevivo y es por t que vivo roto.
Pienso en t porque yo creo en el milagro
que me salve si te toco.
Porque quiero estar contigo y no te tengo
y me muero poco a poco.
Pienso en t... Pienso en t...
Pienso en t porque es por t
que sobrevivo y es por t que vivo roto.
Pienso en t porque yo creo en el milagro
que me salve si te toco.
Porque quiero estar contigo y no te tengo
y me muero poco a poco.
Pienso en t... Pienso en t...
Pienso en t... Pienso en t...
song performed by by Enrique Iglesias
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Sonnet 34: Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
And make me travel forth without my cloak,
To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way,
Hiding thy brav'ry in their rotten smoke?
'Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break,
To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face,
For no man well of such a salve can speak
That heals the wound and cures not the disgrace.
Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief;
Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss.
Th' offender's sorrow lends but weak relief
To him that bears the strong offence's cross.
Ah, but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds,
And they are rich, and ransom all ill deeds.
poem by William Shakespeare
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Jesus is The Salve
Jesus is the salve
That can heal
All of lifes wounds
No matter how deep
Or how old
poem by David Kush
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We are all one - or at least we should be - and it is our job, our duty, and our great challenge to fight the voices of division and seek the salve of reconciliation.
quote by Roy Barnes
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Smile Power
A smile can be loose
A smile can be tight lipped
It can be acidic
Or be in honey dripped
A smile can be heart rending
If tendered in sad farewell
And also be heart mending
Quite curative as well
A smile when one is needed
Can be the lift one needs in life
Can be so slight as to go unheeded
Can be the salve to soothe one’s strife
A smile given in greeting
Can melt the iciest kind of soul
Given broadly or in fleeting
Given partially or in whole
A smile can be easy to conjure
Can be false in all it’s construction
Inappropriately timed can injure
And can cause much grief and destruction
It takes twice the amount of muscles
For the face to form a frown
Yet only half as many muscles
To turn that frown upside down
It’s not given the respect, that it’s due
It’s not always used in the best way
yet is also the best expression one can use
To make the best impression…throughout each day
One final thought
before this piece is past…is
That people who are too tight with a smile
Are usually drear and tight-assed!
poem by David Whalen
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When I Was A Young Girl
Sebastian mure
When I was a young girl I used to see pleasure
When I was a young girl I used to drink ale
Right out of the ale house and into the jail house
Right out of the bar room and down to my grave
Come mama come papa sit you beside me
Come mama come papa and pity my case
My poor heart is aching my heart it is breaking
My body salve-aided and Im bound to die
Go send for the preacher to come and pray for me
Go send for the doctor to heal up my
My poor heart is aching my heart it is breaking
My body salve-aided and hell is my home
I want three young ladies to bear up my coffin
I want three young ladies to take me along
I want them to carry a bunch of wild roses
To put on my body as I pass along
One morning one morning in may
One morning one morning in may
I spy this young lady all clad in white linnen
All clad in white linnen cold as a clay
When I was a young girl I used to see pleasure
When I was a young girl I used to drink ale
Right out of the bar room
Right out of the ale house and into the jail house
Right out of the bar room down to my grave
song performed by by Nina Simone
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Sonnet XIV on A Noble Child, Early Dead
Farewell to thee, thou swift--departed Stranger,
Weary with little stay,--farewell to thee!
There hung a picture in thy nursery
Of the God--boy, who slumbered in the manger,--
And oft I feared, lest Thou should'st meet the danger,
For pride of wealth or lusted empiry,
Of losing that which I so loved to see,
Thy likeness to that picture, lovely Stranger.
Thou hast gone back all pure,--thy every feature
Faithful to what the limner's sacred eye
Pourtrayed the Son of God; most blessed creature!
Thy brow unknit by passion, pain, or scorn,
Thine is the special privilege to have borne
The Cross of Love without the Agony.
poem by Richard Monckton Milnes Houghton
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Ye restless thoughts
Ye restless thoughts, that harbour discontent,
Cease your assaults and let my heart lament,
And let my tongue have leave to tell my grief,
That she may pity, though not grant relief.
Pity would help, alas, what love hath almost slain,
And salve the wound that fester'd this disdain.
poem by John Wilbye
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