(John Keats)
When by my solitary hearth I sit,
And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom;
When no fair dreams before my ‘mind’s eye’ flit,
And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;
Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head.
Whene’er I wander, at the fall of night,
Where woven boughs shut out the moon’s bright ray,
Should sad Despondency my musings fright,
And frown, to drive fair Cheerfulness away, 10
Peep with the moon-beams through the leafy roof,
And keep that fiend Despondence far aloof.
(John Keats)
O come, dearest Emma! the rose is full blown,
And the riches of Flora are lavishly strown;
The air is all softness, and chrystal the streams,
And the west is resplendently cloathed in beams
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We will hasten, my fair, to the opening glades,
The quaintly carv’d seats, and the freshening shades;
Where the fairies are chaunting their evening hymns,
And in the last sun-beam the sylph lightly swims.
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And when thou art weary, I’ll find thee a bed,
Of mosses, and flowers, to pillow thy head;
There, beauteous Emma, I’ll sit at thy feet,
While my story of love I enraptur’d repeat.
So fondly I’ll breathe, and so softly I’ll sigh,
Thou wilt think that some amorous zephyr is nigh;
Ah! no–as I breathe it, I press thy fair knee,
And then, thou wilt know that the sigh comes from me.
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Then why, lovely girl, should we lose all these blisses?
That mortal’s a fool who such happiness misses;
So smile acquiescence, and give me thy hand,
With love-looking eyes, and with voice sweetly bland.
1815
(Henrik Ibsen) link to video
A
God grants, all giving,
Once while youíre living
A Spring-like spell,
When joyous dreaming Sweeps through you, streaming From soulís deep well ó
Each cloud then trimly
Is conjured hence
From what but dimly
You tried to sense.
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Hope brings its summer,
Fair-bloomed new-comer, From heaven afar
As inspiration, ó
Such coruscation,
Each bloom a star; ó
While lifeís solution
Seems manifest,
Sweet Springís profusion
Reigns in your breast!
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Ah, soon `tis ended! ó But sweetly blended
On heartís own strings,
A wistful sadness
Recalls the gladness
That Springtime brings, ó
Those tuneful hours
With echoes throng
Of dream-like flowers
And spring-tide song! ó
(Henrik Ibsen)
A
Mists of the night come gliding,
Over the riverís brink,
Deep in the soul, confiding
Dreams of fair visions sink; ó
While living thing are sleeping,
Elves bent on sport appear,
Through yon dark woods go creeping; ó ó Midnightís hour is near. ó ó
A
Here is the spot for dreaming,
Here in the silent night,
Here where your heartís fond theming Is with sweet music dight:
The tones that the wave produces Ring out as though spirits played, Sighs from yon forest spruces
Add to the serenade. ó
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Here you can summon the hidden Memories from Bygoneís waves,
Greet, as dear friends, the unbidden Ghosts that rise up from the grave,
Blend o so well the darkling Clouds out of memory born
With the gleam thatís sparkling Hopeís all resplendent dawn! ó
A
Comes there no music spilling
Hither through nightís calm mist? Softly the waves are trilling,
Birds on their branches list; ó
On woods where elves play spritely
A sudden silence rests, ó
Moonlight shines so brightly
Through ancient oak-tree crests. ó
A
Hear you the sprite sing, staying
Close by the riverís flow,
Down where the willow treeís swaying Oíer shadows the stream below! ó
He strikes the gold strings with his fingers Wrapt in the brakeís dim light,
The soft-sounding echo lingers
Long in the still of night. ó ó
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And Nature right mournfully listens, Attuned to the Spirit´s sad lay;
Tear-like the dew-drop glistens, Sparkling from every spray, ó
Swathed in the cloudís thin veiling Softly the moonlight beams,
Sadly the musicís wailing
Twines with the mournful themes.
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In song there are gentle forces,
There hallowed powers reside:
The goal that your heart endorses, Though deep in the future it hide, Will solace your breast some morrow, And raise you high above earth, ó Then each of the notes of sorrow
Will blend to make blissful mirth! ó
(Petter Wiik)
Looking in my true love’s eyes
Transports me to a place
Where flowers bloom abundantly
In a land of endless grace.
Where birds of rainbow plumage
Fill the sky with joyful song
And where my heart roams free
Through nature’s wondrous throng.
Yet never grow fainthearted
Neither tired nor worn
For the air is always fresh
And the spirit reborn.
Here in my lover’s gaze
I lie in blissful state
Wrapped in your embrace
Peace in me creates.
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Another place a soldier lies
Weary to his bones
Thinking of his family
His woman and his sons
The soldier lifts his tired head
Preparing his lament
And all around him people cry
As the world is malcontent
Everywhere you see erosion
Of honour and good will
It seems the driving motive
Is the willingness to kill
With grief for the destruction
of Nature´s stunning bloom
The soldier takes his aim
And divines his closing doom
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Watching as the sun will set
We rest in quiet ease
Gazing with tranquility
The world a distant tease
All worries and disorder
Can wait a little while
As you and I together
Share a mutual smile
Our place is here together
Nevermore shall we be part (take leave)
Cause we will be united
In Love´s eternal arch
(Rudyard Kipling)
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream, and not make dreams your master;
If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings, nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And, which is more, you'll be a Man, my son!
(Robert Frost) link to video
I dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls,
O'er ruined fences the grape-vines shield
The woods come back to the mowing field;
The orchard tree has grown one copse
Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;
REFR
I dwell with a strangely aching heart
In that vanished abode there far apart
On that disused and forgotten road
That has no dust-bath now for the toad.
The whippoorwill is coming to shout
And hush and cluck and flutter about:
I hear him begin far enough away
Full many a time to say his say
It is under the small, dim, summer star.
I know not who these mute folk are
Who share the unlit place with me
Those stones out under the low-limbed tree
They are tireless folk, but slow and sad,
Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad,
With none among them that ever sings,
And yet, in view of how many things,
(Petter Wiik)
CHORUS
Money, oh money, you're my one desire
Money, oh money, you can get me higher
But you always seem to elude me, like a fleeting fire
I want to hold you tight, but you slip away
I´ll do just anything to make you stay
But your´e leaving me empty ,at the end of the day
VRS
I Can't get enough,
no matter how I try
all through the night
You’re just out of sight
I try to save you up,
but you always let me down
Every time I think I got it
There’s nothing more around
I try to find a way
to keep you close
But it seems like it's just a mirage
I always need another dose
Chorus:
Money, oh money, you're my one desire
Money, oh money, you can get me higher
But you always seem to elude me, like a fleeting fire
I want to hold you tight, but you slip away
I´ll do just anything to make you stay
But your´e leaving me empty ,at the end of the day
I work my fingers
to the bone,
day in and day out
Searching for the throne
I dream of freedom,
a life without care
But I always wake up
to the same nightmare
They say that money
is the root of all strife
But I just want enough
to simplify my life
Chorus:
Money, oh money, you're my one desire
Money, oh money, you can get me higher
But you always seem to elude me, like a fleeting fire
I want to hold you tight, but you slip away
I´ll do just anything to make you stay
But your´e leaving me empty ,at the end of the day