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[Anonymous No.10116213]

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

[Anonymous No.10116221]

I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn't,
So I jumped in and sank.

I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn't a-been so cold
I might've sunk and died.

But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!

I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.

I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn't a-been so high
I might've jumped and died.

But it was High up there! It was high!

So since I'm still here livin',
I guess I will live on.
I could've died for love--
But for livin' I was born

Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry--
I'll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.

Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!

[Anonymous No.10116223]

[Anonymous No.10116230]

[Anonymous No.10116232]

If trees gushed blood
When they were felled
By meddling man,
And crimson welled

From every gash
His axe can give,
Would he forbear,
And let them live?

[Anonymous No.10116235]

>>10116213
Hикaкoe кopoткoe лeтo нaвoдит
изyмpyднyю тeнь нa oблeзлый фacaд,
пo eгo лaбиpинтy вecь дeнь кoлoбpoдит
пpимeлькaвшийcя вoйлoчный cepый хaлaт.
B нeм живeт чeлoвeк нeбoльшoгo paзмepa,
бeз ocoбых пpимeт, нe cчитaя тoгo,
чтo oн хoдит в хaлaтe oт плoщaди к cквepy,
cлoвнo из дoмy вышeл кyпить мoлoкo.
И oтнюдь нe кaкoй-нибyдь тaм aлкoгoлик,
нa вocкpecшeгo Бoгapтa в пpoфиль пoхoж,
oн caдитcя в кaфe зa pacшaтaнный cтoлик,
дocтaeт из пaкeтa плacтмaccoвый нoж
и бopмoчeт, caлфeткy зacyнyв зa вopoт,
и yжe нe cмyщaя oкpecтных зeвaк:
«Some fuck stole my wallet.
Somebody spare a buck!»

[Anonymous No.10116236]

Wining boy don't deny my name
Just a wining boy, I said don't deny my name,
Wining boy don't deny my name
Pick it up and shake it, like sweet baby Jane
Wining boy don't deny my name
Well, mama mama come and take a look at little sis
I said mama mama come and take a look at little sis
Said mama mama take a look at sis
She's out there on the levee doin the double twist
Wining boy don't deny my name
Sister, sister, she's a dirty little sow
I said sister, sister, she's a dirty little sow
Well sister sister dirty little sow
She wants to be a bad girl but she don't know how
Wining boy don't deny my name
Well spider spider she's climbing up that wall
I said spider spider she's climbing up that wall
Said spider spider climbing up the wall
Wining boy don't deny my name
Well just a wining boy don't deny my name
Just a wining boy, I said don't deny my name,
I'm a wining boy don't deny my name
Pick it up and shake it, stir the chain
Wining boy don't deny my name

[Anonymous No.10116242]

I whispered, 'I am too young,'
And then, 'I am old enough';
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
'Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair.'
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.

O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.

[Anonymous No.10116250]

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

[Anonymous No.10116252]

Went to the river, I couldn't get across
I jumped on your papa 'cause I thought he was a horse, now
Rode him over, give him a Coca-Cola
Lemon soda, saucer of ice cream
Take soap and water, for to keep it clean

Up she jumped, down she fell
Her mouth flew open like a mussel shell, now
Ride him over, give him a Coca-Cola
Lemon soda, saucer of ice cream
Take soap and water, for to keep it clean

Your sister was a teddy, your daddy was a bear
Put the muzzle on your mama 'cause she had bad hair, now
Ride him over, give him a Coca-Cola
Lemon soda, saucer of ice cream
Take soap and water, for to keep it clean

If you want to hear that elephant laugh
Take him down to the river and wash his yas-yas-yas, then
Ride him over, give him a Coca-Cola
Lemon soda, saucer of ice cream
Take soap and water, for to keep it clean

If you want to go to Heaven when you d-i-e
You got to put on your collar and your t-i-e, now
Ride him over, give him a Coca-Cola
Lemon soda, saucer of ice cream
Take soap and water, for to keep it clean

[Anonymous No.10116259]

It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red
And he turned his face to the people, these were the very words he said

I was down to St. James infirmary, I saw my baby there
She was stretched out on a long white table,
So cool, so sweet and so fair

Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be
She may search this whole wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me

When I die please bury me in my high top Stetson hat
Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain
The gang'll know I died standing pat

Let her go, let her go God bless her
Wherever she may be
She may search this wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me

I want six crapshooters to be my pallbearers
Three pretty women to sing a song
Stick a jazz band on my hearse wagon
Raise hell as I stroll along

Let her go Let her go
God bless her
Wherever she may be
She may search this whole wide
World over
She'll never find a sweeter
Man as me

[Anonymous No.10117423]

Wer reitet so spät durch Nacht und Wind?
Es ist der Vater mit seinem Kind;
Er hat den Knaben wohl in dem Arm,
Er faßt ihn sicher, er hält ihn warm.

Mein Sohn, was birgst du so bang dein Gesicht? -
Siehst Vater, du den Erlkönig nicht?
Den Erlenkönig mit Kron und Schweif? -
Mein Sohn, es ist ein Nebelstreif. -

"Du liebes Kind, komm, geh mit mir!
Gar schöne Spiele spiel ich mit dir;
Manch bunte Blumen sind an dem Strand,
Meine Mutter hat manch gülden Gewand."

Mein Vater, mein Vater, und hörest du nicht,
Was Erlenkönig mir leise verspricht? -
Sei ruhig, bleibe ruhig, mein Kind;
In dürren Blättern säuselt der Wind. -

"Willst, feiner Knabe, du mit mir gehn?
Meine Töchter sollen dich warten schön;
Meine Töchter führen den nächtlichen Reihn
Und wiegen und tanzen und singen dich ein."

Mein Vater, mein Vater, und siehst du nicht dort
Erlkönigs Töchter am düstern Ort? -
Mein Sohn, mein Sohn, ich seh es genau:
Es scheinen die alten Weiden so grau. -

"Ich liebe dich, mich reizt deine schöne Gestalt;
Und bist du nicht willig, so brauch ich Gewalt."
Mein Vater, mein Vater, jetzt faßt er mich an!
Erlkönig hat mir ein Leids getan! -

Dem Vater grauset's, er reitet geschwind,
Er hält in den Armen das ächzende Kind,
Erreicht den Hof mit Mühe und Not;
In seinen Armen das Kind war tot.

[Anonymous No.10117424]

>>10117423
Beowulf

[ordodox No.10117531]

[Simon Zelotes speaking after the Crucifixion. Fere=Mate, Companion.]

Ha’ we lost the goodliest fere o’ all
For the priests and the gallows tree?
Aye lover he was of brawny men,
O’ ships and the open sea.

When they came wi’ a host to take Our Man
His smile was good to see,
“First let these go!” quo’ our Goodly Fere,
“Or I’ll see ye damned," says he.

Aye he sent us out through the crossed high spears
And the scorn of his laugh rang free,
“Why took ye not me when I walked about
Alone in the town?” says he.

Oh we drank his “Hale” in the good red wine
When we last made company,
No capon priest was the Goodly Fere
But a man o’ men was he.

I ha’ seen him drive a hundred men
Wi’ a bundle o’ cords swung free,
That they took the high and holy house
For their pawn and treasury.

They’ll no’ get him a’ in a book I think
Though they write it cunningly;
No mouse of the scrolls was the Goodly Fere
But aye loved the open sea.

If they think they ha’ snared our Goodly Fere
They are fools to the last degree.
“I’ll go to the feast," quo’ our Goodly Fere,
“Though I go to the gallows tree.”

“Ye ha’ seen me heal the lame and blind,
And wake the dead," says he,
“Ye shall see one thing to master all:
‘Tis how a brave man dies on the tree.”

A son of God was the Goodly Fere
That bade us his brothers be.
I ha’ seen him cow a thousand men.
I have seen him upon the tree.

He cried no cry when they drave the nails
And the blood gushed hot and free,
The hounds of the crimson sky gave tongue
But never a cry cried he.

I ha’ seen him cow a thousand men
On the hills o’ Galilee,
They whined as he walked out calm between,
Wi’ his eyes like the grey o’ the sea,

Like the sea that brooks no voyaging
With the winds unleashed and free,
Like the sea that he cowed at Genseret
Wi’ twey words spoke’ suddently.

A master of men was the Goodly Fere,
A mate of the wind and sea,
If they think they ha’ slain our Goodly Fere
They are fools eternally.

I ha’ seen him eat o’ the honey-comb
Sin’ they nailed him to the tree.

[Anonymous No.10117568]

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

[Anonymous No.10119055]

Bump

[Anonymous No.10119943]

bump

[Anonymous No.10120006]

God may be beautiful
Beautiful on any new day
But you may just be more
IF we may be absolved of what
We did to those in need
Than could I be forgiven
For walking out of your door?
For standing on your balcony
And seeing that I
Could not be the old man
To our old bride
And seeing so deep
Into the line of the browned trees
Just as thick as two feet
Yet from the distance
As we approached the bus
It looked like the mountains
SO deep in the East

[Anonymous No.10120042]

And did those feet in ancient time,
Walk upon Englands[b] mountains green:
And was the holy Lamb of God,
On Englands pleasant pastures seen!

And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here,
Among these dark Satanic Mills?

Bring me my Bow of burning gold;
Bring me my Arrows of desire:
Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold!
Bring me my Chariot of fire!

I will not cease from Mental Fight,
Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand:
Till we have built Jerusalem,
In Englands green & pleasant Land.

[Anonymous No.10120055]

>>10120042
>Bring me my Bow of burning gold;
>Bring me my Arrows of desire:
>Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold!
>Bring me my Chariot of fire!
What do the greek references mean?

[Anonymous No.10120065]

>>10120055
The way I read that stanza is that he is committed to a spiritual struggle to bring about heaven on earth, but can only do so with the help of his fellow countrymen. Thus, the "chariot of fire", he wants one another to enter into a rapturous state

[Anonymous No.10120103]

>>10120065
It must be an aesthetic choice to reference Apollo,Cupid,Zeus and Phaeton
I dig it though

[Anonymous No.10120292]

Wilted, Writhing
Dappled. Dying.