Laudate Dominum
Halleluja, homines,
Gaudete de domino,
Qui donat vita omnes, quod amat nos!
Halleluja, mi deus,
Tu vivis omnipotens,
Tu es semper benignus, tu amas nos!
Pater noster in clis
Totum orbem terr regnat
Et vincit diabolum timorem et ominum hominum
Oh laudate dominum!
Prdicate deum
Amate creatorem,
Qui creavit mundum
Oh laudate dominum!
Ecce, et te vult Jesus liberare,
Ducere per vitam amicus, gaude tu!
Amici, dimittie
Mente malam pravamque!
Anima accipite salvam fidem!
Jesus Christus in cruce
De vita decessit dolens
Sed de morte resurrexit lux mundi nova
Oh laudate dominum!
Filium Jesum Christum
Ominum redemporem
Et spiritum santum!
Oh laudate dominum!
Oh laudate dominum!
Prdicate deum
Amate creatorem,
Qui creavit mundum
Oh laudate dominum!
Oh laudate dominum!
Oh laudate dominum!
Oh laudate dominum!
Oh laudate dominum!
Oh laudate dominum
song performed by by Helloween
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Lavdate Dominvm
(m&l - weikath)
Hallelvja, homines
Gavdete de domino
Qui donat vita omnes, qvod amat nos!
Hellelvja, mi devs
Tv vivis omnipotens
Tv es semper benignvs, tv amas nos!
Pater noster in caelis
Totvm orbem terrae regnat
Et vincit diabovm timorem
Et omnivm hominvm
O lavdate dominvm
Praedicate devm
Amate creatorem
Qui creavit mvndvm
Oh, lavdate dominvm!
Ecce et te vvlt
Jesvs liberare
Dvcere per vitam tvvs amicvs
Gavde tv!
Amici, dimittite
Mente malam pravamqve!
Anima accipite salvam fidem!
Jesvs chrisvs in crvce
De vita decessit dolens
Sed de morte resvrrexit lvx mvndi nova
O lavdate dominvm
Filivm jesvs christvm
Omina redenptoren
Et spiritvm sanctvm!
Oh, lavdate dominvm!
Solo 1: michael
Solo 2: roland
song performed by by Helloween
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Venite (O Come All Ye Faithful)
O come all ye faithful,
Joyful and triumphant.
O come ye to bethlehem.
Come and behold him,
Born the king of angels,
Oh come let us adore him,
Oh come let us adore him,
Oh come let us adore him,
Venite venite adoremus dominum,
Venite venite adoremus dominum.
Sing choirs of angels,
Sing in exaltation.
Oh sing all ye citizens
Glory to God in the highest.
Oh come let us adore him,
Oh come let us adore him,
Venite venite adoremus dominum,
Venite venite adoremus dominum.
Oh come let us adore him,
Oh come let us adore him,
Oh come let us adore him,
Venite venite adoremus dominum,
Venite venite adoremus dominum.
Oh come, oh come all ye faithful
Oh come, oh come all ye faithful
Oh come, oh come all ye faithful.
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Venite
O come all ye faithful,
Joyful and triumphant.
O come ye to bethlehem.
Come and behold him,
Born the king of angels,
Oh come let us adore him,
Oh come let us adore him,
Oh come let us adore him,
Venite venite adoremus dominum,
Venite venite adoremus dominum.
Sing choirs of angels,
Sing in exaltation.
Oh sing all ye citizens
Glory to god in the highest.
Oh come let us adore him,
Oh come let us adore him,
Venite venite adoremus dominum,
Venite venite adoremus dominum.
Oh come let us adore him,
Oh come let us adore him,
Oh come let us adore him,
Venite venite adoremus dominum,
Venite venite adoremus dominum.
Oh come, oh come all ye faithful
Oh come, oh come all ye faithful
Oh come, oh come all ye faithful.
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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How Could You Not
-- for Jane kenyon
It is a day after many days of storms.
Having been washed and washed, the air glitters;
small heaped cumuli blow across the sky; a shower
visible against the firs douses the crocuses.
We knew it would happen one day this week.
Now, when I learn you have died, I go
to the open door and look across at New Hampshire
and see that there, too, the sun is bright
and clouds are making their shadowy ways along the horizon;
and I think: How could it not have been today?
In another room, Keri Te Kanawa is singing
the Laudate Dominum of Mozart, very faintly,
as if in the past, to those who once sat
in the steel seat of the old mowing machine,
cheerful descendent of the scythe of the grim reaper,
and drew the cutter bars little
reciprocating triangles through the grass
to make the stalks lie down in sunshine.
Could you have walked in the dark early this morning
and found yourself grown completely tired
of the successes and failures of medicine,
of your year of pain and despair remitted briefly
now and then by hope that had that leaden taste?
Did you glimpse in first light the world as you loved it
and see that, now, it was not wrong to die
and that, on dying, you would leave
your beloved in a day like paradise?
Near sunrise did you loosen your hold a little?
How could you not already have felt blessed for good,
having these last days spoken your whole heart to him,
who spoke his whole heart to you, so that in the silence
he would not feel a single word was missing?
How could you not have slipped into a spell,
in full daylight, as he lay next to you,
with his arms around you, as they have been,
it must have seemed, all your life?
How could your cheek not press a moment to his cheek,
which presses itself to yours from now on?
How could you not rise and go, with all that light
at the window, those arms around you, and the sound,
coming or going, hard to say, of a single-engine
plane in the distance that no one else hears?
poem by Galway Kinnell
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The Book of Phillip Sparrow
Pla ce bo,
Who is there, who?
Di le xi,
Dame Margery;
Fa, re, my, my,
Wherfore and why, why?
For the sowle of Philip Sparowe,
That was late slayn at Carowe,
Among the Nones Blake,
For that swete soules sake,
And for all sparowes soules,
Set in our bederolles,
Pater noster qui,
With an Ave Mari,
And with the corner of a Crede,
The more shalbe your mede.
Whan I remembre agayn
How mi Philyp was slayn,
Never halfe the payne
Was betwene you twayne,
Pyramus and Thesbe,
As than befell to me:
I wept and I wayled,
The tearys downe hayled;
But nothinge it avayled
To call Phylyp agayne,
Whom Gyb our cat hath slayne.
Gib, I saye, our cat,
Worrowyd her on that
Which I loved best:
It can not be exprest
My sorowfull hevynesse,
But all without redresse;
For within that stounde,
Halfe slumbrynge, in a swounde
I fell downe to the grounde.
Unneth I kest myne eyes
Towarde the cloudy skyes:
But whan I dyd beholde
My sparow dead and colde,
No creatuer but that wolde
Have rewed upon me,
To behold and se
What hevynesse dyd me pange;
Wherewith my handes I wrange,
That my senaws cracked,
As though I had ben racked,
So payned and so strayned,
That no lyfe wellnye remayned.
I syghed and I sobbed,
For that I was robbed
Of my sparowes lyfe.
O mayden, wydow, and wyfe,
Of what estate ye be,
Of hye or lowe degre,
Great sorowe than ye myght se,
And lerne to wepe at me!
Such paynes dyd me frete,
That myne hert dyd bete,
My vysage pale and dead,
Wanne, and blewe as lead;
The panges of hatefull death
Wellnye had stopped my breath.
Heu, heu, me,
That I am wo for the!
Ad Dominum, cum tribularer, clamavi:
Of God nothynge els crave I
But Phyllypes soule to kepe
From the marees deepe
Of Acherontes well,
That is a flode of hell;
And from the great Pluto,
The prynce of endles wo;
And from foule Alecto,
With vysage blacke and blo;
And from Medusa, that mare,
That lyke a fende doth stare;
And from Megeras edders,
For rufflynge of Phillips fethers,
And from her fyry sparklynges,
For burnynge of his wynges;
And from the smokes sowre
Of Proserpinas bowre;
And from the dennes darke,
Wher Cerberus doth barke,
Whom Theseus dyd afraye,
Whom Hercules dyd outraye,
As famous poetes say;
From that hell-hounde,
That lyeth in cheynes bounde,
With gastly hedes thre,
To Jupyter pray we
That Phyllyp preserved may be!
Amen, say ye with me!
Do mi nus,
Helpe nowe, swete Jesus!
Levavi oculos meos in montes:
Wolde God I had Zenophontes,
Or Socrates the wyse
To shew me their devyse,
Moderatly to take
This sorrow that I make
For Phylyp Sparowes sake!
So fervently I shake,
I fele my body quake;
So urgently I am brought
Into carefull thought.
Like Andromach, Hectors wyfe,
Was wery of her lyfe,
Whan she had lost her joye,
Noble Hector of Troye;
In lyke maner also
Encreaseth my dedly wo,
For my sparowe is go.
It was so prety a fole,
It wold syt on a stole,
And lerned after my scole
For to kepe his cut,
With, "Phyllyp, kepe your cut!"
It had a velvet cap,
And wold syt upon my lap,
And seke after small wormes,
And somtyme white bred crommes;
And many tymes and ofte
Betwene my brestes softe
It wolde lye and rest;
It was propre and prest.
Somtyme he wolde gaspe
Whan he sawe a waspe;
A fly or a gnat,
He wolde flye at that;
And prytely he wold pant
Whan he saw an ant;
Lord, how he wolde pry
After the butterfly!
Lorde, how he wolde hop
After the gressop!
And whan I sayd, "Phyp! Phyp!"
Than he wold lepe and skyp,
And take me by the lyp.
Alas, it wyll me slo,
That Phillyp is gone me fro!
poem by John Skelton
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De fattige Børn paa Gaden
Barn Jesus i en Krybbe laae,
Skjøndt Himlen var hans Eie;
Hans Pude her blev Hø og Straa,
Mørk var det om hans Leie!
Men Stjernen over Huset stod,
Og Oxen kyssed' Barnets Fod,
Halleluja, Barn Jesus!
Hver sorgfuld Sjæl, bliv karsk og glad,
Ryst af din tunge Smerte,
Et Barn er født i Davids Stad,
Til Trøst for hvert et Hjerte;
Til Barnet vil vi stige ind,
Og blive Børn i Sjæl og Sind.
Halleluja, Barn Jesus!
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Barn Jesus i en Krybbe laae
Barn Jesus i en Krybbe laae,
Skjøndt Himlen var hans Eie;
Hans Pude her blev Hø og Straa,
Mørkt var det om hans Leie!
Men Stjernen over Huset stod,
Og Oxen kyssed' Barnets Fod,
Halleluja, Barn Jesus!
Hver sorgfuld Sjæl, bliv karsk og glad,
Ryst af din tunge Smerte,
Et Barn er født i Davids Stad,
Til Trøst for hvert et Hjerte;
Til Barnet vil vi stige ind,
Og blive Børn i Sjæl og Sind.
Halleluja, Barn Jesus!
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Halleluja
Er ist fromm und sehr sensibel
an seiner Wand ein Bild des Herrn
er wischt die Flecken von der Bibel
das Abendmahl verteilt er gern
Er liebt die Knaben aus dem Chor
sie halten ihre Seelen rein
doch Sorge macht ihm der Tenor
so muss er ihm am nchsten sein
auf seinem Nachttisch still und stumm
ein Bild des Herrn
er dreht es langsam um
Wenn die Turmuhr zweimal schlgt
halleluja
faltet er die Hnde zum Gebet
halleluja
er ist ohne Weib geblieben
halleluja
so muss er seinen Nchsten lieben
halleluja
Der junge Mann darf bei ihm bleiben
die Snde nistet berm Bein
so hilft er gern sie auszutreiben
bei Musik und Kerzenschein
Wenn die Turmuhr zweimal schlgt
halleluja
faltet er die Hnde zum Gebet
halleluja
er ist ohne Weib geblieben
halleluja
so muss er seinen Nchsten lieben
halleluja
Wenn die Turmuhr zweimal schlgt
halleluja
nimmt er den Jungen ins Gebet
halleluja
er ist der wahre Christ
halleluja
und wei, was Nchstenliebe ist
halleluja
Dreh dich langsam um
dreh dich um
song performed by by Rammstein
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Edmundi Trotii Epitaphium
Charissimo Filio
Edmundo Trotio
Posuimus Pater & Mater
Frustra superstites.
Legite Parentes, vanissimus hominum ordo,
Figuli Filiorum, Substructores Hominum,
Fartores Opum, Longi Speratores,
Et nostro, si fas, sapite infortunio.
Fruit Edmundus Trottuis.
E quatuor masculae stirpis residuus,
Statura justa, Forma virili, specie eximic,
Medio juventutis Robore simul & Flore,
Alpectu, In cessu, sermone juxta amabilis,
Et siquid ultra Cineri pretium addit.
Honesta Diciplina domi imbutus,
Peregre profectus
Generosis Artibus Animum
Et exercitiis Corpus firmaverat.
Circaeam Insulam, Scopulos Sirenum
Praeternavigavit,
Et in hoc naufragio morum & saeculi
Solus perdiderat nihil, auxit plurimum.
Hinc erga Deum pietate,
Erga nos Amore & Obsequio,
Comitate erga Omnes, & intra se Modestia
Insignis, & quantaevis fortunae capax:
Delitiae Aequalium, Senum Plausus,
Oculi Parentum, (nunc, ah, Lachrymae)
In eo tandem peccavit quod mortalis.
Et fatali Pustularum morbo aspersus,
Factus est
(Ut verae Laudis Invidiam ficto Convitio levemus)
Proditor Amicorum, Parricida Parentum,
Familiae Spongia:
Et Naturae invertens ordinem
Nostri suique Contemptor,
Mundi Desertor, defecit ad Deum.
Undecimo Augusti; Aerae Christae 1667.
Talis quum fuerit Calo non invidemus.
poem by Andrew Marvell
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Have A Cuppa Tea
Grannys always ravin and rantin
And shes always puffin and pantin,
And shes always screaming and shouting,
And shes always brewing up tea.
Grandpappys never late for his dinner,
Cos he loves his leg of beef
And he washes it down with a brandy,
And a fresh made cup of tea.
Chorus:
Have a cuppa tea, have a cuppa tea,
Have a cuppa tea, have a cuppa tea,
Halleluja, halleluja, halleluja, rosie lea
Halleluja, halleluja, halleluja rosie lea.
If you feel a bit under the weather,
If you feel a little bit peeved,
Take grannys stand-by potion
For any old cough or wheeze.
Its a cure for hepatitis its a cure for chronic insomnia,
Its a cure for tonsilitis and for water on the knee.
Chorus
Tea in the morning, tea in the evening, tea at supper
Time,
You get tea when its raining, tea when its snowing.
Tea when the weathers fine,
You get tea as a mid-day stimulant
You get tea with your afternoon tea
For any old ailment or disease
For christ sake have a cuppa tea.
Chorus,
Whatever the situation whatever the race or creed,
Tea knows no segregation, no class nor pedigree
It knows no motivations, no sect or organisation,
It knows no one religion,
Nor political belief.
Chorus.
song performed by by Kinks
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Miserere
Miserere, miserere
Miserere, misero me
Pero' brindo alla vita!
Ma che mistero,e'la mia vita
Che mistero
Sono un peccatore dell'anno ottantamila
Un menzognero!
Ma dove sono e cosa faccio
Come vivo?
Vivo nell'anima del mondo
Perso nel vivere profondo!
Miserere,misero me
Pero'brindo alla vita!
Io sono il santo che ti ha tradito
quando eri solo
E vivo altrove e osservo il mondo
Dal cielo
E vedo il mare e le foreste
vedo me che....
Vivo nell'anima del mondo
Perso nel vivere profondo!
Miserere,misero me
Pero'brindo alla vita!
Se c'e' una notte buia abbastanza
Da nascondermi,nascondermi
Se c'e' una luce,una speranza
Sole magnifico che splendi dentro di me
Dammi la gioia di vivere che ancora non c'e'
Miserere,miserere
Quella gioia di vivere(che forse)
Ancora non c'e
song performed by by Zucchero
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White Republican Male Jesus?
White Republican Male Jesus?
what about...
black Jesus, brown Jesus,
Asian Jesus, atheist Jesus,
female Jesus, poor Jesus,
jobless Jesus, prison Jesus,
homeless Jesus, illegal immigrant Jesus?
dog Jesus, cat Jesus,
baby in a dumpster Jesus,
addict Jesus, old Jesus?
gay Jesus, union Jesus,
hungry Jesus, foreign Jesus?
bumming a cup of coffee Jesus?
brother Jesus, sister Jesus?
just bombed Jesus,
food stamp Jesus?
how many bodies? how many crosses?
you tell me!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Madre Dolcissima
Niente di nuovo
tranne l'affitto per me
che mi ritrovo
e mi riperdo perch
non ho pi un Dio non ho
e ho perso l'anima
vago nel vento
vado per!
Niente di nuovo
tranne l'affitto per me
che ci riprovo
e non capisco cos'
ti amo perch ne ho bisogno
non perch ho bisogno di te
io vago nel vento
vado per!
Mama salvami l'anima
Mama salvami l'anima
Mama salvami l'anima
Mama salvami l'anima
Niente di nuovo man
tranne l'affitto per me
e non per caso che
vengo in ginocchio da te
madre dolcissima
carezzami la testa
che vado nel vento
vago per!
Mama salvami l'anima
Mama salvami l'anima
Mama salvami l'anima
Mama salvami l'anima
Jesus is breaking
Jesus is breaking
Jesus is breaking
Jesus is breaking
Mama salvami l'anima
Mama salvami l'anima
Mama salvami l'anima
Hey Mama salvami l'anima
song performed by by Zucchero
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Way To Eternity
(curly m.c.)
Latin chant (media vita in morte sumus)
...quem quaerimus adjutorem, nisi te, domine...
Sancte deus, sancte fortis, sancte
Misericors salvator, amarae morti ne tradas nos.
(translation:
...we search the helper, if not you, lord...
Divine god, sacred firm, holy [and]
Merciful
Savior, dont hand us conscientiously
Over to [the] bitter death. )
song performed by by Enigma
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O Caritas
Hunc ornatum mundi
Nolo perdere
Video flagrare
Omnia res
Audio clamare
Homines
Nune extinguitur
Mund(I) et astrorum lamen
Nune concipitur
Mali hominis crimen
Tristetat(e) et lacrimis
Gravis est dolor
De terraeque maribus
Magnus est clamor
O caritas, o caritas
Nobis semper sit amor
Mos perituri mortem salutamus
Sola resurgit vita
Ah, this world is burning fast
Oh, the world will never last
I dont want to lost it here in my time
Give me time forever here in my time.
Translation of latin:
(I dont want to lose the harmony of the universe
I see all things... burning, I hear men... shouting.
Now is the light of the world and the stars going out
Now does the blame for the disaster fall upon men.
Grief is heavy with sadness and tears
Great is the noise from the earth and the seas
O love, o love be with us always.
We who will perish salute death. life alone goes on.)
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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Vita Spericolata
Voglio una vita maleducata
di quelle vite fatte, fatte cos
voglio una vita che se ne frega
che se ne frega di tutto s
voglio una vita che non mai tardi
di quelle che non dormono mai
voglio una vita di quelle che non si sa mai.
E poi ci troveremo come le stars
a bere del whisky al Roxy bar
o forse non c'incontreremo mai
ognuno a rincorrere i suoi guai
ognuno col suo viaggio
ognuno diverso
e ognuno in fondo perso
dentro i fatti suoi!
Voglio una vita spericolata
voglio una vita come quelle dei film
voglio una vita esagerata
voglio una vita come Steve Mc Queen
voglio una vita che non mai tardi
di quelle che non dormi mai
voglio una vita, la voglio piena di guai!!!
E poi ci troveremo come le stars
a bere del whisky al Roxy bar
oppure non c'incontreremo mai
ognuno a rincorrere i suoi guai
ognuno col suo viaggio
ognuno diverso
e ognuno in fondo perso
dentro i fatti suoi!
Voglio una vita maleducata
di quelle vite fatte cos
voglio una vita che se ne frega
che se ne frega di tutto s!!!
Voglio una vita che non mai tardi
di quelle che non dormi mai
voglio una vita
vedrai che vita vedrai!!!
E poi ci troveremo come le star
a bere del whisky al Roxy bar
o forse non c'incontreremo mai
ognuno a rincorrere i suoi guai!!!
Voglio una vita spericolata
voglio una vita come quelle dei film
voglio una vita esagerata
voglio una vita come Steve Mc Queen
Voglio una vita maleducata
di quelle vite fatte cos
voglio una vita che se ne frega
che se ne frega di tutto s!!!
song performed by by Vasco Rossi
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The Matin-song of Friar Tuck
I.
If souls could sing to heaven's high King
As blackbirds pipe on earth,
How those delicious courts would ring
With gusts of lovely mirth!
What white-robed throng could lift a song
So mellow with righteous glee
As this brown bird that all day long
Delights my hawthorn tree.
Hark! That's the thrush
With speckled breast
From yon white bush
Chaunting his best,
Te Deum! Te Deum laudamus!
II.
If earthly dreams be touched with gleams
Of Paradisal air,
Some wings, perchance, of earth may glance
Around our slumbers there;
Some breaths of may might drift our way
With scents of leaf and loam,
Some whistling bird at dawn be heard
From those old woods of home.
Hark! That's the thrush
With speckled breast
From yon white bush
Chaunting his best,
Te Deum! Te Deum laudamus!
III.
No King or priest shall mar my feast
Where'er my soul may range.
I have no fear of heaven's good cheer
Unless our Master change.
But when death's night is dying away,
If I might choose my bliss,
My love should say, at break of day,
With her first waking kiss:--
Hark! That's the thrush
With speckled breast,
From yon white bush
Chaunting his best,
Te Deum! Te Deum laudamus!
poem by Alfred Noyes
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To A Gentleman That Only Upon The Sight Of The Author's Writing, Had Given A Character Of His Person And Judgment Of His Fortune. Illustrissimo Vero Domino Lanceloto Josepho De Maniban Grammatomantis
Quis posthac chartae committat sensa loquaci,
Si sua crediderit Fata subesse stylo?
Conscia si prodat Seribentis Litera sortem,
Quicquid & in vita plus latuisse velit?
Flexibus in calami tamen omnia sponte leguntur:
Quod non significant Verba, Figura notat.
Bellerophonteas signat sibi quisque Tabellas;
Ignaramque Manum Spiritus intus agit.
Nil praeter solitum sapiebat Epistola nostra,
Exemplumque meae Simplicitatis erat.
Fabula jucundos qualis delectat Amicos;
Urbe, lepore, novis, carmine tota scatens.
Hic tamen interpres quo non securior alter,
(Non res, non voces, non ego notus ei)
Rimatur fibras notularum cautus Aruspex,
Scriptur aeque inhians consulit exta meae.
Inde statim vitae casus, animique recessus
Explicat; (haud Genio plura liquere putem.)
Distribuit totum nostris eventibus orbem,
Et quo me rapiat cardine Sphaera docet.
Quae Sol oppositus, quae Mars adversa minetur,
Jupiter aut ubi me, Luna, Venusque juvent.
Ut trucis intentet mihi vulnera Cauda Draconis;
Vipereo levet ut vulnera more Caput.
Hinc mihi praeteriti rationes atque futuri
Elicit; Astrologus certior Astronomo.
Ut conjecturas nequeam discernere vero,
Historiae superet sed Genitura fidem.
Usque adeo caeli respondet pagina nostrae,
Astrorum & nexus syllaba scripta refert.
Scilicet & toti subsunt Oracula mundo,
Dummodo tot foliis una Sibylla foret.
Partum, Fortunae mater Natura, propinquum
Milie modis monstrat mille per indicia:
Ingentemque Uterum qui mole Puerpera solvat
Vivit at in praesens maxima pars hominum.
Ast Tu sorte tua gaude Celeberrime Vatum;
Scribe, sed haud superest qui tua fata legat.
Nostra tamen si fas praesagia jungere vestris,
Quo magis inspexti sydera spernis humum.
Et, nisi stellarum fueris divina propago,
Naupliada credam te Palamede satum.
Qui dedit ex aviun scriptoria signa volatu,
Sydereaque idem nobilis arte fuit.
Hinc utriusque tibi cognata scientia crevit,
Nec minus augurium Litera quam dat Avis.
poem by Andrew Marvell
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Vita
La vita
Is beautiful
La vita
Is full of beautiful songs
That can even come
From singers and birds
That lives here
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Salvation
how many Jesus's does it take?
rock n roll Jesus, civil rights Jesus,
sexual Jesus, Baptist Jesus,
Pentecostal snake Jesus...
heroin Jesus, small town family Jesus,
necklace Jesus, tattoo Jesus,
illegal immigrant Jesus...
Jesus on the cross in a drunk tank Jesus,
Marlboro Jesus, county fair Jesus,
pray for Armagadden Jesus...
or just a man,
living one day, one moment,
one bare naked dirty human need
at a time...
with open hands, open heart,
and open mind!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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