As Baile
Intonation
The title "As Baile" can be translated as "away from home".
The song itself is all intonation, although you might say the intonation is "based" in Irish Gaelic. Enya sings "or, horo, mo-ray he u way, he u way" and so on. The word "or" is an interjection that could be translated as "oh!" or "oho!", but the rest of the song is intonation.
Information from Louise N Fharrachair and Daniel Quinlan
song performed by by Enya
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Collocation and intonation (popular poetry)
Imperialist hangover…
Father says
Who knows English
Is the best
I am fluent in English
But intonation is rubbish
So I leave the job
Of awkward commentary
I start to write
Though grammar is correct
Collocation comes in my way
I stop altogether composing
Awful documentary
Collocation and intonation
I send them both
To the burning station
When I become a poet
Coining of new epithets
Overused epithets
The wrinkle face
Cliché phrases
Wife of an old age
Coinage of new verbiage
The kiss of a teen age
Overflowing climax
Decorating the body
People say, wow! What poetry!
poem by Abdul Wahab
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I will die before getting to understand women and the intonation of the double basses.
quote by Arturo Toscanini
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Laughter is the mind's intonation. There are ways of laughing which have the sound of counterfeit coins.
quote by Edmond de Goncourt
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There is no earthly reason why a solo string instrument or voice, having the possibility to play or sing pure intonation, should want, or try, to be tempered.
quote by Lara St. John
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You speak into it and everything is recorded, voice, tone, intonation, everything. You turn a little wheel, and forth it comes, and can be repeated ten thousand times. Only fancy what this suggests.
quote by Henry Irving
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Of course the most difficult thing on the violin is always intonation. The second one is rhythm. If you play in tune, in time with a good sound that's already high level. Those three are the main things.
quote by Ruggiero Ricci
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I throw pebbles at the sky
I look at the virgin sky,
It's a sunny day
And pretty warm.
Nothing strange is happening.
It's another day as before.
I measure again, still there's a vast distance
Between us and she ignores my intonation.
My rickety ladder looks so tired of my failure attempts.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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A song but no lyrics
He's a ramshackle piano and his partner's cheesy finger tips
touch the wobble reeds.
The intonation of music comes out with his cries and her tears
like a salty wind from a consonant Ocean.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Practice
i bought a CD with real sounds
of birds, insects, reptiles and animals
keeping close to every pause and unique
intonation they make so that i can practise
turning each of their songs/chats into poetry
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Song Of The Blindman
I am blind, you out there -- that is a curse,
against one's will, a contradiction,
a heavy daily burden.
I lay my hand on the arm of my wife,
my grey hand upon her greyer grey,
as she guides me through empty spaces.
You move about and stir, and imagine
your sounds differing from stone to stone.
But you are mistaken: I alone
live and suffer and complain, for
in me is an endless crying,
and I do not know whether it is
my heart that cries or my bowels.
Do you recognize these songs? You never sang them,
not quite with this intonation.
For you every morning brings its new light
warm through your open windows.
And you have the feeling from face to face
that tempts you to be indulgent.
Translated by Albert Ernest Flemming
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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The saxophone is an imperfect instrument, especially the tenor and soprano, as far as intonation goes. The challenge is to sing on an imperfect instrument that is outside of your body.
The Drum
O the drum!
There is some
Intonation in thy grum
Monotony of utterance that strikes the spirit dumb,
As we hear
Through the clear
And unclouded atmosphere,
Thy palpitating syllables roll in upon the car!
There's a part
Of the art
Of thy music-throbbing heart
That thrills a something in us that awakens with a start,
And in rhyme
With the chime
And exactitude of time,
Goes marching on to glory to thy melody sublime.
And the guest
Of the breast
That thy rolling robs of rest
Is a patriotic spirit as a Continental dressed;
And he looms
From the glooms
Of a century of tombs,
And the blood he spilled at Lexington in living beauty blooms.
And his eyes
Wear the guise
Of a purpose pure and wise,
As the love of them is lifted to a something in the skies
That is bright
Red and white,
With a blur of starry light,
As it laughs in silken ripples to the breezes day and night.
There are deep
Hushes creep
O'er the pulses as they leap,
As thy tumult, fainter growing, on the silence falls asleep,
While the prayer
Rising there
Wills the sea and earth and air
As a heritage to Freedom's sons and daughters everywhere.
Then, with sound
As profound
As the thunderings resound,
Come thy wild reverberations in a throe that shakes the ground,
And a cry
Flung on high,
Like the flag it flutters by,
Wings rapturously upward till it nestles in the sky.
O the drum!
There is some
Intonation in thy grum
Monotony of utterance that strikes the spirit dumb,
As we hear
Through the clear
And unclouded atmosphere,
Thy palpitating syllables roll in upon the ear!
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Sorrow Is Simple
sorrow is as simple as a pin
penetrating a flesh
blood letting from a skin covering
pain is simple
it is in the infliction that
seeps to the marrow of the bone
not the inflection
the accent of the word not the intonation
or even the context of the suffering
sorrow is simple
pain is practical
but somehow to make it more dramatic
here i am
in this poetics
pain is a shark's teeth gnashing
over a slice of my flesh
my legs kicking out of the water
poem by Sebastian Soberania
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oh yes, Mr. Shaun, the Bible was not written in English
The Gospel of Christ and, in general,
the Holy Bible are written with the inspiration of God.
The Prophets and the Apostles
have recorded in written form
a portion of the oral teaching of the Old Testament
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
These are the original languages of the Holy Bible from' which all the translations have been derived. God's inspiration is confined to the original languages and utterances, not the many translations. There are 1,300 languages and dialects into which the Holy Bible, in its entirety or in portions, has been
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This does not mean that the translations do not convey the meaning of the Bible for spiritual uprightness of the readers in their own language. On the contrary the Bible should be spread and preached to 'all nations'. The missionaries in foreign lands learn the language or the dialect of. the new area into which they bring the Bible and other religious teachings. For example, the missionaries from Constantinople, Saints Cyril and Methodios, sent to Christianize the Slavic peoples in the 9th century, first translated the Bible and the ritual books into the language of the people.
yes, Mr. Shaun, my friend the Bible was not written in English.IT was written in HEBREW, ARAMAIC, and GREEK....
But i like it written in English too, how i wish it were written in such a
language,
with a sense of class
and fashionable disguise,
for without it, how could i ever understand, God,
oh, my, God!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Cream
In every choir
there is one singer not singing;
every march
has the one soul out of step;
with all smiling
there is the one who does not;
for every total agreement
the lone dissenter,
the outlaw
the renegade
the outlier
the one who says no
to the multitudes
Cherish this looking away face
the singer in the different octave
the voice
not so loud
but persistent and unwavering
in it's singularity-
the voice of the Ideals;
of democracy
of science,
of progress.
The intonation of Hope,
the Face of Faith
the greatness
of the human race;
forging steely dreams
against the odds.
This is the secret
of genius
making its way
to the top
to eventually
become
The Cream.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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What Do They Think Of Poetry? ,
what do they think of poetry, ?
what do they think of poetry,
I tried to discern,
poetry is value,
They said that poetry has no diction,
Someone told me poetry is for the ladies,
I give him math and calculations,
These are the serf's of poetic value,
their criticism is all absurd,
they give limit's to it,
that they never read the deeper meaning of poetry,
They never knew it's metaphysical and deft pattern's,
math has the immutabilty,
you can never say a horse has five leg's,
but poetry is the euphoria,
the resonance,
the assonance,
the intonation,
the mutabality,
the maxim,
the troth,
just like in Crime and Punishment with character's like,
Raskolnikov,
math could not cure his indigent soul,
Only the vicissitudes and written word of empyreal value,
the contemplation,
maybe agitation of Integrated pattern's,
or maybe suffering of the soul to regain salvation.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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So you say (it just doesn't matter)
so you say
that there is no difference between you and me
but if i asked for your daughter's hand in marriage
what color would i be
so you say
that everyone is the same and has an equal chance to grow
but if we were both going for the same job position
what part of you would show
so you say
that things are so much better than before
but is it you or me being followed
in that korean grocery store
so you say
no one is smarter or better than one another
but when i relay my thoughts to you
your praises on my intonation and poise is the first you discover
so you say
race doesnt matter and racism doesnt exist
but when you see me walking down the street
the physiological reaction you cant resist
the clutching of purses
the denial and discrimination that is eminent when lines are crossed
the prejudged notions
are never really lost
dont say everything is better
because you dont have the right to say
and everytime you say we are equal
i have to utter 'so you say'
poem by Andre Bradford
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Appetites
And we so fever famished
baited breath
salivating
infectious inflectious delicacies
intonation modulation
appetites invoking
she is his for filling
swilling
fine drink
sumptuous ravishing
She drips olives calamari
Barolo wine
Stilton
Our parched palates
tongue
stoke smoked salmon spawning
loins rare sirloin
tartar oyster tang
we anticipate
such orgy
magnificent gorge
delirious feasting
our communion consuming
copyright Randy. Resh 2008
'The Dinner Jacket Magazine' 2009
poem by Randy Resh
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The sing of song
it's a song without title
a song without word
a song without sound
a song in our eyes
a song in our ears
a song in our hands
a song in our feet
We are singing the song
without title
a nameless song
It's a distant song
It's a future song
A song who says:
beyond future, beyond distances,
beyond nothing, beyond always
a song in a single colour
that we don't see
many colours
much colours
unknown colours
this was
a song of your mother
a song of your grandmothers
a song of one very old woman
Sleep, sleep my little love
Dream, dream my little love
when you close open your wide eyes
poem by Jean Francois Le Goff
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Pardon My English
Please pardon my English
sorry I did not understand?
It is not your English
which is not at fault.
These native speakers
are speaking in idioms.
Idioms are fixed expressions
with nonliteral meanings.
A natural way of using language.
A natural way for native speakers to speak.
Your problem arises
because a fixed
distinctive expression
whose meaning
cannot be deduced
from the combined
meanings of its
actual spoken words
is not directly translatable.
Jargon and accents
betray speakers
places of origins
social background
and educational
class privileges
intonation inflection
betray mood character.
Note a
greater stress
emphasis
in pronouncing
a syllable
within a word
or a word
within a phrase.
An aspect
of situation
or issue
that is
emphasized
reveals
each speakers
main emphasis.
The best
speakers
are employing
contrasting
detail because
contrasting
decorative
features used
adds interest.
However
the most
persuasive
speakers
weight
their argument
with
lateral thinking
outside
the box
revealing
themselves
to be
master
orators
par excellent.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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