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Who Is Silvia? ~ by William Shakespeare





Who is Silvia? what is she,
That all our swains commend her?

Holy, fair, and wise is she;
The heaven such grace did lend her,
That she might admirèd be.

Is she kind as she is fair?
For beauty lives with kindness.
Love doth to her eyes repair,
To help him of his blindness,
And, being helped, inhabits there.

Then to Silvia let us sing,
That Silvia is excelling;
She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling:
To her let us garlands bring.
 

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The original Gloomy Sunday, written in 1932 by Rezső Seress, was known as the Hungarian Suicide Song and blamed for more suicides than any other song in history. Read the complete article at
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Lyrics (Literal Translation) "On a sad Sunday with a hundred white flowers I was waiting for you, my dear, with a church prayer That dream-chasing Sunday morning The chariot of my sadness returned without you. Ever since then, Sundays are always sad Tears are my drink, and sorrow is my bread. Sad Sunday. Last Sunday, my dear, please come along, There will even be priest, coffin, catafalque, hearse-cloth. Even then flowers will be awaiting you, flowers and coffin. Under blossoming (flowering in Hungarian) trees My journey shall be the last. My eyes will be open, so that I can see you one more time Do not be afraid of my eyes as I am blessing you even in my death. Last Sunday."






 
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"Turn, Turn, Turn"
Music and Lyrics by Pete Seeger
Performed by The Byrds
From Ecclesiastes 3:1-8)

To everything
(Turn, turn, turn)
There is a season
(Turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose
Under Heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

To everything
(Turn, turn, turn)
There is a season
(Turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose
Under Heaven

A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together

Original Passage Ecclesiastes (3:1-8)

1 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

3 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

6 A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

7 A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

8 A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

 
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O Mistress Mine
Twelfth Night, Act II, Scene III

by William Shakespeare




O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear, your true love's coming
That can sing both high and low.

Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers' meeting,
Ev'ry wise man's son doth know.

What is love? 'Tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:

In delay there lies no plenty;
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty;
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
 
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Tho Philomela Lost Her Love (Lyrics anonymous/Composer Sir Thomas Morely -1593)




Though Philomela lost her love,
fresh note she warbleth yes again;
Fa la la la la
la la la la la

Though Philomela lost her love,
fresh note she warbleth yes again;
Fa la la la la
la la la la la
la la la la la

He is a fool that lovers prove;
and leaves to sing
to live in pain.
Fa la la la.
la la la la la

He is a fool that lovers prove;
and leaves to sing
to live in pain.
Fa la la la.
la la la la la
la la la la la
 
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Laudate Dominum by Claudio Monteverdi (1641)

Psalm 150 New Testament





Laudate Dominum in sanctis eius.
Laudate eum in firmamento virtutis eius.
Laudate eum in virtutibus eius.
Laudate eum in sono tubae.
Laudate eum in psalterio et citara.
Laudate eum in timpano et choro.
Laudate eum in cimbalis bene sonantibus.
Laudate eum in cimbalis iubilationibus.
Laudat Dominum!
Alleluia.


Parallel Latin/English Psalter
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Psalmus 150Psalm 150
1 Laudate Dominum in sanctis eius laudate eum in firmamento virtutis eius1 Praise ye the Lord in his holy places: praise ye him in the firmament of his power.
2 Laudate eum in virtutibus eius laudate eum secundum multitudinem magnitudinis eius2 Praise ye him for his mighty acts: praise ye him according to the multitude of his greatness.
3 Laudate eum in sono tubae laudate eum in psalterio et cithara3 Praise him with sound of trumpet: praise him with psaltery and harp.
4 Laudate eum in tympano et choro laudate eum in cordis et organo4 Praise him with timbrel and choir: praise him with strings and organs.
5 Laudate eum in cymbalis bene sonantibus laudate eum in cymbalis iubilationis5 Praise him on high sounding cymbals: praise him on cymbals of joy:
6 Omnis spiritus laudet Dominum
 
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It Was a Lover and His Lass
by Thomas Morley
(Lyrics appeared in Act 5, Scene 3 of William Shakespeare's play As You Like It)




It was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o'er the green corn-field did pass
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, Hey ding a ding, ding:
Sweet lovers love the spring.

Between the acres of the rye,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
These pretty country folk would lie,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, Hey ding a ding, ding:
Sweet lovers love the spring.

This carol they began that hour,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That how a life was but a flower,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, Hey ding a ding, ding:
Sweet lovers love the spring.

And therefore take the present time,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
For love is crowned with the prime
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, Hey ding a ding, ding:
Sweet lovers love the spring.
 
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Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
By William Shakespeare





Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
 
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What a Piece of Work is Man
by William Shakespeare
from Hamlet Act II, Scene 2




What a piece of work is man
How noble in reason
How infinite in faculties
In form and moving how express and admirable

In action how like an angel
In apprehension how like a god
The beauty of the world
The paragon of animals

I have of late
But wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth
This goodly frame
The earth seems to me a sterile promontory

This most excellent canopy
The air look you
This brave o'erhanging firmament
This majestical roof

Fretted with golden fire
Why it appears no other thing to me
Than a foul and pestilent congregation
Of vapors

What a piece of work is man
How noble in reason


 
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Suzanne by Leonard Cohen (1966)




Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.
And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.

Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.

 
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Sonnet 29: When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes
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When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
 
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The Used (a poem from Paradise Lost)
by John Milton



To whom it may concern
And all the tragic we've been through
No matter where I go
I keep on running into you

Blink of an eye
Feels like forever
Same as it ever was
Same as whatever

Before the yellow fades to blue

I'm shaken
I'm shaken
I'm shaken
I'm shaken

Can't bring myself to cut ties
I know you better than anyone
Blessed with this curse my whole life
Won't let me shake the shadow

Paradise lost in your eyes
I know you better than anyone
Blessed with this curse my whole life
Won't let me shake

I'm shaken
I'm shaken

Found the key but couldn't open the cell
This selfishness was part of saving myself
From you now I hold the disease
Planted the poisonous seed
Tried not to eat from the tree
Will I survive?
It's so hard to tell

Can't bring myself to cut ties
I know you better than anyone
Blessed with this curse my whole life
Won't let me shake the shadow

Paradise lost in your eyes
I know you better than anyone
Blessed with this curse my whole life
Won't let me shake

I'm shaken
I'm shaken

I'm shaken
 
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Herr Mannelig (Swedish poem sung in Old Norse/Swedish)




Bittida en morgon innan solen upprann
Innan foglarna började sjunga
Bergatrollet friade till fager ungersven
Hon hade en falskeliger tunga

Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig
För det jag bjuder så gerna
I kunnen väl svara endast ja eller nej
Om i viljen eller ej

Eder vill jag gifva de gångare tolf
Som gå uti rosendelunde
Aldrig har det varit någon sadel uppå dem
Ej heller betsel uti munnen

Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig
För det jag bjuder så gerna
I kunnen väl svara endast ja eller nej
Om i viljen eller ej

Eder vill jag gifva de qvarnarna tolf
Som stå mellan Tillö och Ternö
Stenarna de äro af rödaste gull
Och hjulen silfverbeslagna

Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig
För det jag bjuder så gerna
I kunnen väl svara endast ja eller nej
Om i viljen eller ej

Eder vill jag gifva ett förgyllande svärd
Som klingar utaf femton guldringar
Och strida huru I strida vill
Stridsplatsen skolen i väl vinna

Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig
För det jag bjuder så gerna
I kunnen väl svara endast ja eller nej
Om i viljen eller ej

Eder vill jag gifva en skjorta så ny
Den bästa I lysten att slita
Inte är hon sömnad av nål eller trå
Men virkat av silket det hvita
Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig
För det jag bjuder så gerna
I kunnen väl svara endast ja eller nej
Om i viljen eller ej
Sådana gåfvor toge jag väl emot
Om du vore en kristelig qvinna
Men nu så är du det värsta bergatroll
Af Neckens och djävulens stämma
Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig
För det jag bjuder så gerna
I kunnen väl svara endast ja eller nej
Om i viljen eller ej

Bergatrollet ut på dörren sprang
Hon rister och jämrar sig svåra
Hade jag fått den fager ungersven
Så hade jag mistat min plåga
Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig
För det jag bjuder så gerna
I kunnen väl svara endast ja eller nej
Om i viljen eller ej

Songwriters: [traditional]
Herr Mannelig lyrics ©


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"On the seashore" (1962)
by Mikis Theodorakis
poet George Seferis
performed by Maria Farantouri




Άρνηση Στο περιγιάλι το κρυφό
κι άσπρο σαν περιστέρι
διψάσαμε το μεσημέρι•
μα το νερό γλυφό.

Πάνω στην άμμο την ξανθή
γράψαμε τ' όνομά της•
ωραία που φύσηξεν ο μπάτης
και σβήστηκε η γραφή.

Με τι καρδιά, με τι πνοή,
τι πόθους και τι πάθος
πήραμε τη ζωή μας• λάθος!
κι αλλάξαμε ζωή.


Denial
In a hidden seashore
white as a dove we found ourselves in midday, thirsty,
but the water undrinkable.

On the golden sand
we wrote her name,
how beautifully the breeze came
and erased the writing.

We started our life with all our heart,
all our breath, all our passion -- a mistake!
and we changed our life.
 
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Cantebury Tales ( The Prologue) by Geoffrey Chaucer




Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote,
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licóur
Of which vertú engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne,
And smale foweles maken melodye,
That slepen al the nyght with open ye,
So priketh hem Natúre in hir corages,
Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes,
To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes;
And specially, from every shires ende
Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende,
The hooly blisful martir for to seke,
That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke.

Modern English Translation:


When April with his showers sweet with fruit
The drought of March has pierced unto the root
And bathed each vein with liquor that has power
To generate therein and sire the flower;
When Zephyr also has, with his sweet breath,
Quickened again, in every holt and heath,
The tender shoots and buds, and the young sun
Into the Ram one half his course has run,
And many little birds make melody
That sleep through all the night with open eye
(So Nature pricks them on to ramp and rage)-
Then do folk long to go on pilgrimage,
And palmers to go seeking out strange strands,
To distant shrines well known in sundry lands.
And specially from every shire's end
Of England they to Canterbury wend,
The holy blessed martyr there to seek
Who helped them when they lay so ill and weak.

 
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Sonnet 20: A woman’s face with nature’s own hand painted

BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted​
A woman's face, colored by Nature's own hand​
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;​
Have you, the master-mistress of my desire;​
A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted​
You have a woman's gentle heart, but you are not prone​
With shifting change, as is false women's fashion;​
To fickle change, as is the way with women;​
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,​
You have eyes brighter than their eyes, and more sincere,​
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;​
Lighting up the very object that they look upon;​
A man in hue, all 'hues' in his controlling,​
You are a man in shape and form, and all men are in your control,​
Much steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.​
You catch the attention of men and amaze women's souls [hearts].​
And for a woman wert thou first created;​
You were originally intended to be a woman;​
Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,​
Until Nature, as she made you, showed excessive fondness​
And by addition me of thee defeated,​
And, by adding one extra thing, [Nature] defeated me,​
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.​
By adding one thing she has prevented me from fully having you,​
But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure,​
But since Nature equipped you for women's pleasure,​
Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure.​
Let your body be their treasure, and let me have your love.​
 
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Miss Lucy had some leeches
Her leeches liked to suck
And when they drank up all her blood
She didn't give a

Funny when the doctors
Had locked her in her cell
Miss Lucy screamed all night that they
Should go to bloody

Hello to the surgeon
With scalpel old and blunt
He'll tie you to the table
Then he'll mutilate your

Come it's nearly teatime
The lunatics arrive
The keepers bleed them all until
There's no one left a

Lively little rodents
Are eaten up by cats
We're subject to experiments
Like laboratory

Rats I've dropped a teacup
How easily they break
I'm on my hands and knees until
I pay for my mis-

Take off all your clothing
We've only just begun
We have no anesthesia
It's eighteen forty

One thing we should tell you
Before you try again
The tests are invented by
A lot of filthy

Mentally hysteric
She's failed the exam
Don't bother telling Lucy for
She doesn't give a

Damn that's nitrous oxide
For when you can't escape
They say the surgeons oft commit
A murder or a

Razor-blades are rusty
And not a lot of fun
So when they try to amputate
Your legs you'd better

Run and fetch the chemist
A patient's feeling sad
She's been in chains for ages
And she isn't even

Madness is a nuisance
And no one is immune
Your sister, mum or daughter
May become a raving

Lunatics are dangerous
And doctors are obeyed
They also go together just
Like toast and marma-

Ladies are like children
With brains the size of squirrels
Let's give a clitoridectomies
To all the little

Girls are helpless treasures
That daddies must protect
So lie upon the table
For the doctors to in-

Speculums are super
And stirrups all the rage
So spread a lady's legs and then put her
Back in to her

Cage of naked crazies
The surgeon's here to bleed
The doctors are all learned men
And some can even

Reading can be risky
For women on the verge
It only did us worlds of good
To poison, leech and

Purging is a penance
Phlebotomy's a chore
No need to sterilize the tools
We never did be-

Fore the night is over
Before you go to bed
They'll take a hammer and nail
And jam it in your

Headstones in the courtyard
And statues in the park
Are not for the insane
Just leave them rotting in the

D A R K
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