Afer Ventus
Mare nubrium. umbriel.
Mare imbrium. ariel.
Et itur ad astra.
Et itur ad astra.
Mare undarum. io. vela.
Mirabile dictu. mirabilia.
Mirabile visu. mirabilia.
Et itur ad astra.
Et itur ad astra.
Sempervirent. rosetum.
Afer ventus. zephryus.
Volturnus. africus.
Et itur ad astra.
Et itur ad astra.
Etesiarum. eurus.
Running verse:
Suus cuique mos. suum quique.
Meus mihi, suus cuique carus.
Memento, terrigena.
Memento, vita brevis.
Meus mihi, suus cuique carus.
, , ,
song performed by by Enya
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Cheer Up! Young Man!
Macte animo!
Generose puer sic itur ad astra!
cheer up
young man
do not grieve
there is a way
to the heavens,
here
it is inside
the heart
a pure heart
that sees
the true
face of God.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I mean, I was first offered Princess Astra.
quote by Lalla Ward
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
A God on a Quay
fresh from arresting the sun's mad plunge into the sea
Apollo from his plastic barstool on the quay
surveys the scorchmarks on his Vauxhall Astra car
and clink goes the ice in his drink
and a wink for the girl at the bar
poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Caribean Blue
... eurus ...
... afer ventus ...
... so the world goes round and round
With all you ever knew -
They say the sky high above
Is caribean blue ...
... if every man says all he can,
If every man is true,
Do I believe the sky above
Is caribean blue ...
... boreas ...
... zephryus ...
... if all you told was turned to gold,
If all you dreamed were new,
Imagine sky high above
In caribean blue ...
... eurus ...
Afer ventus ...
... boreas
Zephryus ...
... africus ...
song performed by by Enya
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Carribean Blue (edit)
Eurus...
...Afer Ventus...
...so the world goes round and round
with all you ever knew
They say the sky high above
is Caribbean blue...
...if every man says all he can,
if every man is true,
do I believe the sky above
is Caribbean blue...
...Boreas...
...Zephryus...
...if all you told was turned to gold,
if all you dreamed were new,
imagine sky high above
in Caribbean blue...
...Eurus...
Afer Ventus...
...Boreas
Zephryus...
...Africus
song performed by by Enya
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Carribbean Blue
Eurus
Afer ventus
So the world goes round and round
With all you ever knew
They say the sky high above
Is Caribbean blue
If every man says all he can,
If every man is true,
Do I believe the sky above
Is Caribbean blue
Boreas
Zephryus
If all you told was turned to gold
If all you dreamed was new
Imagine sky high above
In Caribbean blue
Eurus
Afer ventus
Boreas
Zephryus
Africus
song performed by by Enya
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Ausonius Lib. Epig.
AUSONIUS LIB. EPIG.
Trinarii quodam currentem in littoris ora
Ante canes leporem caeruleus rapuit;
At lepus: in me omnis terrae pelagique rapina est,
Forsitan et coeli, si canis astra tenet.
ENGLISHED.
On the Sicilian strand a hare well wrought
Before the hounds was by a dog-fish caught;
Quoth she: all rape of sea and earth's on me,
Perhaps of heav'n, if there a dog-star be.
poem by Richard Lovelace
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A Rocky Road
A ROCKY ROAD
Edward Iacona
My darling sent this quote to me.
She wrote it down in Latin,
A Language that one does not hear
Even in Mid-Town Manhattan.
"Per aspera ad astra."
Means, with loose translation,
"A rough road leads to the stars",
Which I read with fascination.
Our challenge is one of distance
And not one of direction.
We require something more tactile
And not of Astral Projection.
Bureaucracy may blow us,
Like the wind does to a feather
We may become re-directed
Within this world to the nether.
We shall try to stay the course
In bad and stormy weather.
Then to explore our new universe
As it should be... together!
poem by Edward Iacona
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Ad Astra
My father died millennia ago.
Yet the hunters are not dead
they are only sleeping.
Their spirit is within me
destined to touch the stars.
I shall not go there.
But others
the sons of my sons
will journey there.
Primeval hunters are not dead
ancestors are only sleeping.
Ancestral spirit is within me.
The seed of the men
that forever seeks
flickering fires in flaming sky.
Through them
in limitless landscape of infinity.
My spirit will touch the stars.
Bounded by limitless horizons
we shall dream new dreams.
As we blaze across a timeless sky.
Ad Astra - Latin (to the stars)
poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Marcus Andronicus: ‘Suum cuique’ is our Roman justice:
This prince in justice seizeth but his own.
line from Titus Andronicus, Act I, Scene 1, script by William Shakespeare (1593)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
Vote! | Copy! | In Romanian
Long Grey Mare
Written by peter green.
Ive got a long grey mare, she wont let me ride
I got a long grey mare, she wont let me ride
She makes me brush her in the morning
And put her to bed every night
Long grey mare, why cant we be just like before
Long grey mare, why cant we be just like before
We used to ride so hard
Until we just couldnt ride no more
Break:
Look at me grey mare, dont I feed you everyday
Look at me grey mare, dont I feed you everyday
But when I dig you with my spurs
You turn around the other way
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor, in memoriam
Bigger than life, so beautiful and violet-eyed,
For being the movie’s most legendary star,
Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor was really portrayed,
With her dramatic spark, as an actress so far.
She knew from her mother that this art is awesome,
In aeternum keeping her shining star so tight,
Wanting to be all or nothing and to become
Bigger than life, so beautiful and violet-eyed.
During filming National Velvet, she was hurt,
But her heart vibrated like a string of guitar.
Instead of leaving, she tried her role to exert
For being the movie’s most legendary star.
She was a ray of incircumscriptableness,
An immaculate, unique talent she remained.
As being thawed by her genial consciousness,
Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor was really portrayed.
She was a great wrenching ‘’ Cat on a Hot Tin Roof’’,
Ad astra per aspera Taylor-megastar,
Playing in “Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? ”
With her dramatic spark, as an actress so far.
Being the best actress, she received her Oscar.
In “Butterfield” her image was elevated,
Dreaming to have ‘’ A Place in the Sun’’as a star.
In memoriam, her name is serenaded.
poem by Marieta Maglas
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Jindgi Ne Lehro
jindgi ni lehro ma bhinajavu 6 mare Pan..
jindgi ni kef ma rachavu tu mare pan...
pan swarth ane samay na aa hisabo na sarvala ma j gunchavayo 6u Aaje..
jya khovayo hato tya sodhu 6u mujane..
pan Aa bhrstachar na dambhi kef ma ranagi gayo 6u...
bus svaas pan har pal meet mandi ne bethi 6 mot ni..
bus
jindgi na Aakhari palo ne to moaj ma rami dau...
bus jara Aam to karto jaav mara pran to beeja na name karto jaav...
jindgi ni lehro ma bhinajavu 6 mare Pan..
jindgi ni kef ma rachavu tu mare pan...
jindagi...
poem by Sandeep Jahaal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Dat Ol' Mare O' Mine
Want to trade me, do you, mistah? Oh, well, now, I reckon not,
W'y you could n't buy my Sukey fu' a thousan' on de spot.
Dat ol' mare o' mine?
Yes, huh coat ah long an' shaggy, an' she ain't no shakes to see;
Dat's a ring-bone, yes, you right, suh, an' she got a on'ry knee,
But dey ain't no use in talkin', she de only hoss fu' me,
Dat ol' mare o' mine.
Co'se, I knows dat Suke 's contra'y, an' she moughty ap' to vex;
But you got to mek erlowance fu' de nature of huh sex;
Dat ol' mare o' mine.
Ef you pull her on de lef han'; she plum 'termined to go right,
A cannon could n't skeer huh, but she boun' to tek a fright
At a piece o' common paper, or anyt'ing whut's white,
Dat ol' mare o' mine.
Wen my eyes commence to fail me, dough, I trus'es to huh sight,
An' she 'll tote me safe an' hones' on de ve'y da'kes' night,
Dat ol' mare o' mine.
Ef I whup huh, she jes' switch huh tail, an' settle to a walk,
Ef I whup huh mo', she shek huh haid, an' lak ez not, she balk.
But huh sense ain't no ways lackin', she do evah t'ing but talk,
Dat ol' mare o' mine.
But she gentle ez a lady w'en she know huh beau kin see.
An' she sholy got mo' gumption any day den you or me,
Dat ol' mare o' mine.
She's a leetle slow a-goin,' an' she moughty ha'd to sta't,
But we 's gittin' ol' togathah, an' she 's closah to my hea't,
An' I does n't reckon, mistah, dat she 'd sca'cely keer to pa't;
Dat ol' mare o' mine.
W'y I knows de time dat cidah 's kin' o' muddled up my haid,
Ef it had n't been fu' Sukey hyeah, I reckon I 'd been daid;
Dat ol' mare o' mine.
But she got me in de middle o' de road an' tuk me home,
An' she would n't let me wandah, ner she would n't let me roam,
Dat's de kin' o' hoss to tie to w'en you 's seed de cidah's foam,
Dat ol' mare o' mine.
You kin talk erbout yo' heaven, you kin talk erbout yo' hell,
Dey is people, dey is hosses, den dey's cattle, den dey's--well--
Dat ol' mare o' mine;
She de beatenes' t'ing dat evah struck de medders o' de town,
An' aldough huh haid ain't fittin' fu' to waih no golden crown,
D' ain't a blessed way fu' Petah fu' to tu'n my Sukey down,
Dat ol' mare o' mine.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Caribbean Blue
Ah!
Eurus
Afer Ventus
so the world goes round and round
With all you ever knew
They say the sky high above
Is Caribbean blue
Vocals
if every man says all he can,
If every man is true,
Do I believe the sky above
Is Caribbean blue
Boreas
Zephryus
Vocals
if all you told was turned to gold,
If all you dreamed was new,
Imagine Sky high above
In Caribbean blue
Vocals
song performed by by Enya
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Dyes Cast
Each night
As he drops his head
To the deep dream
Of the dark bed,
A shape beckons him
Wellaway
From the starlight
And the dim day.
A mare
Black as a spade, calls
From the dark hill
As the wind falls,
The reeds mutter
The night is black
As he leaps blind
To the mare’s back.
Then like the roar
Of an ill wind
Or a black flame
From the devil’s kiln,
The mare speeds
To the night’s work
By the old mill
And the dark Kirk.
Shapes flutter
And leap alight
Before they sputter
And, out of sight
Disport and mutter
Of black arts
To see the mare
And the rider pass.
Hour on hour
He clings to scenes
Of dark images,
Wild dreams
And chance friends
From the dead past
In the grim haunts
Of dyes cast.
His face burns
And tears stream
In the long night
Of the dark dream,
He clings grim
To the mare’s back
For his soul’s sake
And a long lack.
The day brinks
At night’s mist;
‘There may be nothing
More than this, ’
The mare fades
From his wide eyes –
But the thoughts bide,
And the old lies.
‘There may be nothing
More than this! ’
And his mind seeks
The mare, the mist;
‘There may be nought
But the dead past,
And the dark haunts
Of dyes cast.’
27 December 1978
poem by David Lewis Paget
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Behold! The Night Mare
Ive faced the fathoms in your deep
Withstood the suitors quiet siege
Pulled down the heavens just to please you
Appease you
The wind blows and I know
I cant go on, digging roses from you grave
To linger on, beyond the beyond
Where the willows weep
And whirlpools sleep, youll find me
The coarse tide reflects sky
And the night mare rides on, and the night mare rides on
With a december black psalm
And the night mare rides on
What I fear is lost here
The wind blows and I know
All you have to do is run away
And steal yourself from me
Become a mystery to gaze into
Youre so cruel in all you do
But still I believe, I believe in you
So may you come with your own knives
Youll never take me alive
With all the force of what is true
Is there nothing I can do?
I cant go on, digging roses from you grave
To linger on, beyond the beyond
Where the willows weep
And whirlpools sleep, youll find me
And the night mare rides on, and the night mare rides on
With a december black psalm
And the night mare rides on
Ive faced the fathoms in your deep
Withstood the suitors quiet siege
Pulled down the heavens just to please you
To hold the flower I cant keep
song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The power of female
A farm horse is drawn to a farm mare.
A race horse too will be
Averse not to a farm mare.
Such is the power of the female.
03.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
On A Winter Afternoon
A gray mare standing beside
The snow covered wooden fence.
The fence along a country road
Icy and well traveled.
Cars and trucks passing by;
Few noticing the gray mare
Breathing hot fog
From her nostrils.
The gray mare noticing all
Passing by, the wind in her hair,
Ruffling her mane. Patiently,
Standing by the snow covered
Wooden gate.
Awaiting her masters return
From work to bring her safely
Across the country road
To her home, the red barn,
And a meal of winter hay.
poem by Joe Wocoski
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
How The Favourite Beat Us
"Aye," said the boozer, "I tell you it's true, sir,
I once was a punter with plenty of pelf,
But gone is my glory, I'll tell you the story
How I stiffened my horse and got stiffened myself.
"'Twas a mare called the Cracker, I came down to back her,
But found she was favourite all of a rush,
The folk just did pour on to lay six to four on,
And several bookies were killed in the crush.
"It seems old Tomato was stiff, though a starter;
They reckoned him fit for the Caulfield to keep.
The Bloke and the Donah were scratched by their owner,
He only was offered three-fourths of the sweep.
"We knew Salamander was slow as a gander,
The mare could have beat him the length of the straight,
And old Manumission was out of condition,
And most of the others were running off weight.
"No doubt someone 'blew it', for everyone knew it,
The bets were all gone, and I muttered in spite,
'If I can't get a copper, by Jingo, I'll stop her,
Let the public fall in, it will serve the brutes right.'
"I said to the jockey, 'Now, listen, my cocky,
You watch as you're cantering down by the stand,
I'll wait where that toff is and give you the office,
You're only to win if I lift up my hand.'
"I then tried to back her -- 'What price is the Cracker?'
'Our books are all full, sir,' each bookie did swear;
My mind, then, I made up, my fortune I played up
I bet every shilling against my own mare.
"I strolled to the gateway, the mare, in the straight way
Was shifting and dancing, and pawing the ground,
The boy saw me enter and wheeled for his canter,
When a darned great mosquito came buzzing around.
"They breed 'em at Hexham, it's risky to vex 'em,
They suck a man dry at a sitting, no doubt,
But just as the mare passed, he fluttered my hair past,
I lifted my hand, and I flattened him out.
"I was stunned when they started, the mare simply darted
Away to the front when the flag was let fall,
For none there could match her, and none tried to catch her --
She finished a furlong in front of them all.
"You bet that I went for the boy, whom I sent for
The moment he weighed and came out of the stand --
"Who paid you to win it? Come, own up this minute."
"Lord love yer," said he, "why, you lifted your hand."
`'Twas true, by St Peter, that cursed 'muskeeter'
Had broke me so broke that I hadn't a brown,
And you'll find the best course is when dealing with horses
To win when you're able, and keep your hands down."
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!