Written In Aid Of The Leicester Lunatic Asylum.
Light ye the torch,--
The torch that hath expired;
The light with which was fired
Chamber and hall and porch:
But now the house is dark,
Its inmates rove in vain,
There shines but a bewildering spark:
Light ye the torch again!
Light ye the torch,--
It was a sacred flame,
From God in heaven it came:
All nature ye may search
To find a fire so bright,
And ye shall search in vain:
But quenched is all its glorious light:--
Light ye the torch again!
Light ye the torch,--
The ruthless winds have blown
Its tresses up and down,
Till it did scare and scorch,
Not bless: but one fell blast
Swept howling o'er the plain,
And left all darkness as it past;--
Light ye the torch again!
Light ye the torch,--
And ye shall blessed be:
Till many a bended knee
In chamber and in church
Shall serve ye: merciful,
Mercy ye shall obtain:
Your cup of glory shall be full:--
Light ye the torch again!
poem by Henry Alford
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The Torch of Freedom
we light the torch of freedom
when we put a name
to every face
a hand in every hand,
a cup and a bowl
before every hungry soul
we light the torch of freedom
when we restore dignity
in our every action
when we take responsibility
for every thought,
every word,
every deed.
we light the torch of freedom
when we give more than
we can afford to.
give unconditionally,
give without remorse!
we light the torch of freedom
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Carrying A Torch
Im carryin a torch for you
Im carryin a torch
You know how much it costs
To keep carryin a torch
Flame of love it burns so bright
That is my desire
Keep on liftin me, liftin me up
Higher and higher
Youre the keeper of the flame
And you burn so bright
Baby why dont we re-connect
Move into the light
Ive been going to and fro on this
And Im still carryin a torch
You must know how much its worth
When Im carryin a torch (alright)
Baby youre the keeper of the flame
And you burn so bright
Why, why, why, why, why, why dont we re-connect
And move on further, into the light
Ive been calling you on the phone
'cause Im carryin a torch (yeah)
I can do it all on my own
'cause Im carryin a torch
Im carryin a torch for you, baby
Im carryin a torch
You know how much its worth
Because Im carryin a torch (one more)
Im carryin a torch for you, baby
Im carryin a torch
You know how much its worth
Because Im carryin a torch.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Torch Song
When you say goodbye to the love that we knew
This you can be sure of
I will torch on for you
I will carry my torch for you
When you break somebodys heart,
Nothing much left to do
Howsoever sadly
I will torch on for you
Somewhere in the back of my heart its there
And every day it finds me then reminds me
I will bear my cross, I will bear your cross too
I will pine forever
I will torch on for you
I will carry my torch for you
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Torch of Love
Touch me and light my heart with the torch of love,
And like the torch-lights in your town!
For i am really ready on this love,
And my muse is nicely prepared for you only.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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New Moon On Monday
(words and music duran duran)
Shake up the picture the lizard mixture
With your dance on the eventide
You got me coming up with answers
All of which I deny.
I said it again but could I please re-phrase it
Maybe I can catch a ride
I couldnt really put it much plainer
But Ill wait till you decide
Send me your warning siren
As if I could ever hide
Last time la luna,
I light my torch and wave it for the...
New moon on monday
And a firedance through the night
I stayed the cold day with a lonely satellite
(chorus)
Breaking away with the beast of both worlds
A smile that you cant disguise
Every minute I keep finding
Clues that you leave behind.
Save me from these reminders
As if Id forget tonight
This time la luna,
I light my torch and wave it for the...
(chorus) (chorus)
I light my torch and wave it for the...
(chorus) (chorus) (chorus) (chorus)
New moon on monday
And a firedance though the night...
song performed by by Duran Duran
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The Torch carrier
The Torch carrier
I am the person in a million
I am the lucky one
I will carry the torch
I will complete the run
I will run around our town
For all to see the flame
I will carry it high and proud
But not for an Olympian game
I will carry the torch
I will do the run
I will protect the flame
Because you are the one
The flame of the torch
Burns only for you
The woman I adore
With a love that's so true
The Olympics circus is in London
Third time lucky, I will be so bold
If they have a race for your heart
I will be running to win gold
Micmac
poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory
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Torch After Torch
Do you prefer;
As ravens do
Winter’s chill
Empty limbs
Bareness?
Perhaps;
Springs lushness
New leaves forming
Roses opening
Night birds singing?
Let LOVE dissolve you into
the moment of the Season
or you will light torch
after torch trying to find
what's already in front of you
(Inspired by the brilliance of Rumi)
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Unsigned Letter
She got an unsigned letter from her secret someone
And she fell into the mystery
Words were few and specifically vague
Intrinsic intrigue
But it said everything
When it just read come to me
Shes always been that responsible someone
Safe within her simplicity
But all this cloak and dagger is stoking her heart
Stroking her curiosity
Is plain little jane
Gonna risk everything
Is she gonna strike the match
Thatll surely light the flame
Is she carrying a torch for love in vain
Is she gonna break the locks
Take a look inside the box
Knowing that she could release pandoras shame
Welcome to the game
Whats in a name
She must be dreamin as she boards a plane
And flies into her fantasy
A first class ticket to the city of boston
Is all she knows of her destiny
When she touches down
Will her feet hit the ground
Is she gonna strike the match
Thatll surely light the flame
Is she carrying a torch for love in vain
Is the gonna bread the locks
Take a look inside the box
Knowing that she could release pandoras shame
Welcome to the game
Whats in a name
Is our little plain jane
Gonna risk everything
Yeah.
Is she gonna strike the match
Thatll surely light the flame
Is she carrying the torch for love in vain
Is the gonna break the locks
Take a look inside the box
Knowin that she could release pandoras shame
Oh, welcome to the game
Whats in a name
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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Carryin' The Torch
Did I hear you say you wished that you could leave her?
Has some foolish disagreement made you blind ?
If you traveled round this world, you wouldn't find another girl
To hold the candle to the guy you left behind.
And boy, she's carrying the torch for you
Though solid tears may fall, you never know.
But on the day that you discover how much you really love her
You'll find her love has never lost its glow.
She believed ya when you pledged her your devotion
When she watched you as you walked right out the door.
After all that she's been through tonight she still believes in you
As she stands there all alone upon the shore.
And boy, she's carrying the torch for you,
Though her heart may break, you never know.
But on the day that you discover how much you really love her
You'll find her love has never lost its glow.
You know, I still remember the first time I ever saw her.
You see, I was coming home from overseas,
And well, she was just standing there as the ship was comin' in.
Well, she really stood out from the crowd, I can tell you that.
And the golden light of dawn was gleaming in her eyes.
Well, there's some folks that call her proud,
And there's some folks that call her wild,
And there's some that even go so far as to call her free,
And then there's some ...
Well they just call her the Statue of Liberty!
And boy she's carrying the torch for you
Thank you!
Her love light shines for all this world to see.
Thank you very much!
And on that day
Thank you!
You'll find a way to love her
She wants you just to know you're always free.
song performed by by Kinky Friedman, music by Kinky Friedman
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The Race...
i like you, is a runner too,
i hold a torch to light my way
but soon i will pass it on to you,
and you too, must run as fast as you can
but for one thing, hold on to the light,
run if you can, but keep that light burning.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Light
Light that can be kind. Light that can smell sweet. Light that can be soft.
Light that can be porcelain. Light that can be silent. Light that can speak.
Light that can hold many colors. Light that can be romantic. Light that can be harsh.
Light that can be cold. Light that can be warm. Light that can be dry.
Light that can be loud. Light that can be love. Light that can be faith.
Light that can be full of strength. Light that can be pure. Light that can be dark.
Light that can be fragile. Light that can be crazy. Light that can be weird.
Light that can be old. Light that can be new. Light that can be inbetween.
Light that can be swift. Light that can be sharp. Light that can wonder.
Light that can be insane. Light that can be smooth. Light that can dream.
Light that can be free. Light that can be everlasting. Light that can be wild.
Light that is the lord. Light that is Jesus. Light that is holy.
Light that is the trinity. Light that can belong. Light that can be fast.
Light that can sing. Light that is the holy ghost. Light that is the Bible.
Light that can be a mith. Light that can be still. Light that can be different.
Light that can be hole. Light that can be true. Light that can be whimsical.
Light that can be bright. Light that can be formed. Light that is blessed.
Light that can be full of presence. Light that can tell a story. Light that can be intelligent.
Light that is like no other!
poem by Shania K. Younce
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Bavarian Gentias
Not every man has gentians in his house
in soft September, at slow, sad Michaelmas.
Bavarian gentians, big and dark, only dark
darkening the daytime, torch-like, with the smoking blueness of Pluto's
gloom,
ribbed and torch-like, with their blaze of darkness spread blue
down flattening into points, flattened under the sweep of white day
torch-flower of the blue-smoking darkness, Pluto's dark-blue daze,
black lamps from the halls of Dis, burning dark blue,
giving off darkness, blue darkness, as Demeter's pale lamps give off blight, lead me then, lead the way.
Reach me a gentian, give me a torch!
let me guide myself with the blue, forked torch of this flower
down the darker and darker stairs, where blue is darkened on blueness even where Persephone goes, just now, from the frosted September
to the sightless realm where darkness is awake upon the dark
and Persephone herself is but a voice
or a darkness invisible enfolded in the deeper dark
of the arms Plutonic, and pierced with the passion of dense gloom, among the splendor of torches of darkness, shedding darkness on the lost bride and her groom.
poem by David McKee Wright
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Fusion Refraction
i will not be scorched
by the flame of another
i shall keep my fire
fueled only by the pure
kindling found deep
within the terrain
of my wooded home
the sun shall bring
enough light by day
and a torch well-lit
providing steady
footsteps tredding
the dark by night
[as I search for what
I cannot find or name]
no light save by the moon
on occassion when it
occassion finds
which reflects the sun bright
from yonder hemisphere
translating another's flame
that illumines my weary soul
with tongues & quills on fire
intermingling in a display
of fiery scathing sparks
and warm glowing rays
of gently wedded breaths
[to possess at last
what i have named & found]
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poem by Frederick Kesner
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We cannot hold a torch to light another's path without brightening our own.
quote by Ben Sweetland
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The more light a torch gives the shorter it lasts.
Modern Beauty
I am the torch, she saith, and what to me
If the moth die of me? I am the flame
Of Beauty, and I burn that all may see
Beauty, and I have neither joy nor shame.
But live with that clear light of perfect fire
Which is to men the death of their desire.
I am Yseult and Helen, I have seen
Troy burn, and the most loving knight lies dead.
The world has been my mirror, time has been
My breath upon the glass; and men have said,
Age after age, in rapture and despair,
Love's poor few words, before my image there.
I live, and am immortal; in my eyes
The sorrow of the world, and on my lips
The joy of life, mingle to make me wise;
Yet now the day is darkened with eclipse:
Who is there lives for beauty? Still am I
The torch, but where's the moth that still dares die?
poem by Arthur Symons
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Bavarian Gentians
Not every man has gentians in his house
in Soft September, at slow, Sad Michaelmas.
Bavarian gentians, big and dark, only dark
darkening the daytime torchlike with the smoking blueness of Pluto's
gloom,
ribbed and torchlike, with their blaze of darkness spread blue
down flattening into points, flattened under the sweep of white day
torch-flower of the blue-smoking darkness, Pluto's dark-blue daze,
black lamps from the halls of Dis, burning dark blue,
giving off darkness, blue darkness, as Demeter's pale lamps give off
light,
lead me then, lead me the way.
Reach me a gentian, give me a torch!
Let me guide myself with the blue, forked torch of a flower
down the darker and darker stairs, where blue is darkened on blueness
down the way Persephone goes, just now, in first-frosted September
to the sightless realm where darkness is married to dark
and Persephone herself is but a voice, as a bride
a gloom invisible enfolded in the deeper dark
of the arms of Pluto as he ravishes her once again
and pierces her once more with his passion of the utter dark
among the splendour of black-blue torches, shedding
fathomless darkness on the nuptials.
Bavarian gentians, tall and dark, but dark
darkening the daytime torch-like with the smoking blueness of Pluto's gloom,
ribbed hellish flowers erect, with their blaze of darkness spread blue,
blown flat into points, by the heavy white draught of the day.
poem by David Herbert Lawrence
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Torch Bearers
Are we not the torch bearers,
that uphold light in darkness,
that carry flames that burn,
from flickering time immortal,
we painted paintings upon cave walls
shaped sacred imaged life living,
upon three dimensional rock walls
within earth womb where life originates,
charcoal lines ochre invigorates life
dancing to light of ephemeral flames,
harmonics encaved resonant vibrations
tame visions within soul of earth mother,
power of our overlapping pictures imagery
flows throughout time throughout eternity,
symbolic outlines graphics images colours
pigment pipe airbrush blown across canvas,
interchanging interacting coupling bodies
permeate all aspects through porous time,
torched bodies dance, inspired ephemeral dances,
blazing torch light, burning mind to descent mind...
holder of spirits redeemable
throughout transcending ages,
holder of spirits entranced
attaining transcendental consciousness...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Crossroads
You accomplished nothing and now it's to late, you chose wich game to play
and now it's game over.
[Chorus]
Your mind is divided and you have lost your shell, you soul is
corroding and the torch is ready to burn.
You try to understand what is goin on, try to open your eyes and move your hands.
The bright light is hurting your eyes and yet you think that you are still
in the real world.
[Chorus x2]
Your mind is divided and you have lost your shell, you soul is
corroding and the torch is ready to burn.
Absolute silence, so god damn cold, your life is history but the world grows older.
Your life flashes before your eyes, you see your body floating away.
[Chorus x2]
Your mind is divided and you have lost your shell, you soul is
corroding and the torch is ready to burn.
song performed by by Doors
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Saxon War-Song
Whet the bright steel,
Sons of the White Dragon!
Kindle the torch,
Daughter of Hengist!
The steel glimmers not for the carving of the banquet,
It is hard, broad, and sharply pointed;
The torch goeth not to the bridal chamber,
It steams and glitters blue with sulphur.
Whet the steel, the raven croaks!
Light the torch, Zernebock is yelling!
Whet the steel, sons of the Dragon!
Kindle the torch, daughter of Hengist!
The black cloud is low over the thane's castle
The eagle screams - he rides on its bosom.
Scream not, grey rider of the sable cloud,
Thy banquet is prepared!
The maidens of Valhalla look forth,
The race of Hengist will send them guests.
Shake your black tresses, maidens of Valhalla!
And strike your loud timbrels for joy!
Many a haughty step bends to your halls,
Many a helmed head.
Dark sits the evening upon the thanes castle,
The black clouds gather round;
Soon shall they be red as the blood of the valiant!
The destroyer of forests shall shake his red crest against them.
He, the bright consumer of palaces,
Broad waves he his blazing banner,
Red, wide and dusky,
Over the strife of the valiant:
His joy is in the clashing swords and broken bucklers;
He loves to lick the hissing blood as it bursts warm from the wound!
All must perish!
The sword cleaveth the helmet;
The strong armour is pierced by the lance;
Fire devoureth the dwelling of princes,
Engines break down the fences of the battle.
All must perish!
The race of Hengist is gone -
The name of Horsa is no more!
Shrink not then from your doom, sons of the sword!
Let your blades drink blood like wine;
Feast ye in the banquet of slaughter,
By the light of the blazing halls!
Strong be your swords while your blood is warm,
And spare neither for pity nor fear,
For vengeance hath but an hour;
Strong hate itself shall expire
I also must perish.
poem by Sir Walter Scott
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