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And there begins a lang digression about the lords o' the creation.

quote by Robert Burns
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V. Count Guido Franceschini

Thanks, Sir, but, should it please the reverend Court,
I feel I can stand somehow, half sit down
Without help, make shift to even speak, you see,
Fortified by the sip of … why, 't is wine,
Velletri,—and not vinegar and gall,
So changed and good the times grow! Thanks, kind Sir!
Oh, but one sip's enough! I want my head
To save my neck, there's work awaits me still.
How cautious and considerate … aie, aie, aie,
Nor your fault, sweet Sir! Come, you take to heart
An ordinary matter. Law is law.
Noblemen were exempt, the vulgar thought,
From racking; but, since law thinks otherwise,
I have been put to the rack: all's over now,
And neither wrist—what men style, out of joint:
If any harm be, 't is the shoulder-blade,
The left one, that seems wrong i' the socket,—Sirs,
Much could not happen, I was quick to faint,
Being past my prime of life, and out of health.
In short, I thank you,—yes, and mean the word.
Needs must the Court be slow to understand
How this quite novel form of taking pain,
This getting tortured merely in the flesh,
Amounts to almost an agreeable change
In my case, me fastidious, plied too much
With opposite treatment, used (forgive the joke)
To the rasp-tooth toying with this brain of mine,
And, in and out my heart, the play o' the probe.
Four years have I been operated on
I' the soul, do you see—its tense or tremulous part—
My self-respect, my care for a good name,
Pride in an old one, love of kindred—just
A mother, brothers, sisters, and the like,
That looked up to my face when days were dim,
And fancied they found light there—no one spot,
Foppishly sensitive, but has paid its pang.
That, and not this you now oblige me with,
That was the Vigil-torment, if you please!
The poor old noble House that drew the rags
O' the Franceschini's once superb array
Close round her, hoped to slink unchallenged by,—
Pluck off these! Turn the drapery inside out
And teach the tittering town how scarlet wears!
Show men the lucklessness, the improvidence
Of the easy-natured Count before this Count,
The father I have some slight feeling for,
Who let the world slide, nor foresaw that friends
Then proud to cap and kiss their patron's shoe,
Would, when the purse he left held spider-webs,
Properly push his child to wall one day!

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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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Auld Lang Syne

(r.burns)
Traditional new years eves song. jeff performed it live at mercury lounge, new york, on december 31 1995.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And auld lang syne!
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
Well tak a cup o kindness yet
For auld lang syne.
And surely yell be your pint stowp
And surely Ill be mine!
And well tak a cup o kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
Well tak a cup o kindness yet
For auld lang syne.
We twa hae run about the braes
And poud the gowans fine
But weve wanderd mony a weary fit
Sin auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
Well tak a cup o kindness yet
For auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidld in the burn
Frae morning sun till dine
But seas between us briad hae roard
Sin auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
Well tak a cup o kindness yet
For auld lang syne.
And theres a hand, my trusty fere
And gies a hand o thine
And well tak a right gude-willie waught
For auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
Well tak a cup o kindness yet
For auld lang syne.

song performed by Jeff Buckley
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Panaginip

Nagtitipon na ang puso ko 'pag ako'y inaantok
Wala na 'kong pakialam kahit papakin pa ng lamok
Kahit mainit, malamig basta't napasandal
Dire-diretso na ang tulog kahit bumarandal

Well, okey lang, alam ko naman na magkikita pa naman
Tayong dalawa sa may tagpuan tayo lang ang may alam
Maramdaman na kahit minsan na ako'y iyong mahal
Subalit nagising na lang ako na meron nang sumasakal

Umaandar pa rin ang isip ko na kasama pa kita
Kahit sinasampal nila ako, nakikita pa kita
Ano nga bang pinakain mo, bakit patay na patay ako
Pati na nga trabaho ko, napabayaan ko

Ipagtatapat sa 'yo ikaw lang ang aking pantasya
Sagutin mo lang ako, ililibot kita sa Asya
Buong hacienda, ipapamana sa iyo
Okey na sana ang lahat, bakit ginising mo pa ako

CHORUS
Kung panaginip ka lang, ayaw ko nang magising pa
'Pagkat nadarama'y ligaya
Lahat ng naisin mo'y aking ibibigay
'Pagkat ikaw ay aking mahal

Pagbigyan mo naman ako, minsan na lamang hihiling
Pagkatapos naman nito, patuloy kitang mamahalin
'Wag mo namang palampasin ang gabing ito nang 'di malinaw
'Paliwanag mo nang mabuti pero 'wag mong isigaw

Napahiyaw 'pagkat nangyari ang aking inaasam
Kahit medyo suntok sa buwan at least 'di na manghihiram
Kay Ka Bunegro na may gawa ng matatamis na panaginip
Luluwang na ang paghinga, ang puso'y 'di na maninikip

Pinapahigpit mo pa nga ang yakap, ako nama'y tuwang-tuwa
At ang milagro ngang ito, sa isip ko, walang-wala
Binale-wala ang mga kantsaw na 'di raw tayo nababagay
Ako mismo, 'di makapaniwala na sa 'kin ka pa bibigay

Pinagpalagay ko na lang ang lahat ay kaloob sa 'kin ng Diyos
Kailanma'y 'di babastusin, susundin lahat ng utos
Hanggang mapaos sa awitin, sana nama'y iyong dinggin
At kung panaginip lang ito, sana'y 'di na ko magising

[Repeat CHORUS]

3RD STANZA BACKGROUND
Nasa'n ka man ngayon

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poem by Sirius White
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IX. Juris Doctor Johannes-Baptista Bottinius, Fisci et Rev. Cam. Apostol. Advocatus

Had I God's leave, how I would alter things!
If I might read instead of print my speech,—
Ay, and enliven speech with many a flower
Refuses obstinate to blow in print,
As wildings planted in a prim parterre,—
This scurvy room were turned an immense hall;
Opposite, fifty judges in a row;
This side and that of me, for audience—Rome:
And, where yon window is, the Pope should hide—
Watch, curtained, but peep visibly enough.
A buzz of expectation! Through the crowd,
Jingling his chain and stumping with his staff,
Up comes an usher, louts him low, "The Court
"Requires the allocution of the Fisc!"
I rise, I bend, I look about me, pause
O'er the hushed multitude: I count—One, two—

Have ye seen, Judges, have ye, lights of law,—
When it may hap some painter, much in vogue
Throughout our city nutritive of arts,
Ye summon to a task shall test his worth,
And manufacture, as he knows and can,
A work may decorate a palace-wall,
Afford my lords their Holy Family,—
Hath it escaped the acumen of the Court
How such a painter sets himself to paint?
Suppose that Joseph, Mary and her Babe
A-journeying to Egypt, prove the piece:
Why, first he sedulously practiseth,
This painter,—girding loin and lighting lamp,—
On what may nourish eye, make facile hand;
Getteth him studies (styled by draughtsmen so)
From some assistant corpse of Jew or Turk
Or, haply, Molinist, he cuts and carves,—
This Luca or this Carlo or the like.
To him the bones their inmost secret yield,
Each notch and nodule signify their use:
On him the muscles turn, in triple tier,
And pleasantly entreat the entrusted man
"Familiarize thee with our play that lifts
"Thus, and thus lowers again, leg, arm and foot!"
—Ensuring due correctness in the nude.
Which done, is all done? Not a whit, ye know!
He,—to art's surface rising from her depth,—
If some flax-polled soft-bearded sire be found,
May simulate a Joseph, (happy chance!)—
Limneth exact each wrinkle of the brow,
Loseth no involution, cheek or chap,
Till lo, in black and white, the senior lives!
Is it a young and comely peasant-nurse

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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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Kilmeny

Bonnie Kilmeny gaed up the glen;
But it wasna to meet Duneira's men,
Nor the rosy monk of the isle to see,
For Kilmeny was pure as pure could be.
It was only to hear the yorlin sing,
And pu' the cress-flower round the spring;
The scarlet hypp and the hindberrye,
And the nut that hung frae the hazel tree;
For Kilmeny was pure as pure could be.
But lang may her minny look o'er the wa',
But lang may she seek i' the green-wood shaw;
Lang the laird o' Duneira blame,
And lang, lang greet or Kilmeny come hame!

When many a day had come and fled,
When grief grew calm, and hope was dead,
When mess for Kilmeny's soul had been sung,
When the bedesman had pray'd and the dead bell rung,
Late, late in gloamin' when all was still,
When the fringe was red on the westlin hill,
The wood was sere, the moon i' the wane,
The reek o' the cot hung over the plain,
Like a little wee cloud in the world its lane;
When the ingle low'd wi' an eiry leme,
Late, late in the gloamin' Kilmeny came hame!

'Kilmeny, Kilmeny, where have you been?
Lang hae we sought baith holt and den;
By linn, by ford, and green-wood tree,
Yet you are halesome and fair to see.
Where gat you that joup o' the lily scheen?
That bonnie snood of the birk sae green?
And these roses, the fairest that ever were seen?
Kilmeny, Kilmeny, where have you been?'

Kilmeny look'd up with a lovely grace,
But nae smile was seen on Kilmeny's face;
As still was her look, and as still was her e'e,
As the stillness that lay on the emerant lea,
Or the mist that sleeps on a waveless sea.
For Kilmeny had been, she knew not where,
And Kilmeny had seen what she could not declare;
Kilmeny had been where the cock never crew,
Where the rain never fell, and the wind never blew.
But it seem'd as the harp of the sky had rung,
And the airs of heaven play'd round her tongue,
When she spake of the lovely forms she had seen,
And a land where sin had never been;
A land of love and a land of light,
Withouten sun, or moon, or night;

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poem by James Hogg
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Auld Lang Syne

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And days of auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
Well take a cup o kindness yet
For auld lang syne.
We twa hae run aboot the braes
And poud the gowans fine;
Weve wanderd mony a weary foot
Sin auld lang syne.
We two hae paidled i the burn,
Frae mornin sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roard
Sin auld lang syne.
And heres a hand, my trusty friend,
And gies a hand o thine;
Well take a cup o kindness yet
For auld lang syne.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And days of auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
Well take a cup o kindness yet
For auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
Well take a cup o kindness yet
For auld lang syne.

song performed by Boney M.
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Tao Lang

Uy si Loonie Yun ah
Tara lapitan natin
Idol Fliptop tayo
Tara isa lang kuya, sige na

Parinig naman ng rap mo! sample naman d'yan
Ang ganda naman ng cap mo! arbor nalang yan
Ang yabang mo naman! wala ka bang kanta na bago?
Bakit wala kang battle? Takot ka bang matalo? Ha?
Paulit-ulit ang tanong ng mga tao
Wag sanang apurado, anong magagawa ko?
Wala akong maisip, masyado pang mainit
Akala mo tuloy mukhang suplado pag tahimik
Pagod lang talaga, galing gig Tuguegarao
Walong oras sa van, tatlong oras sa kalabaw
Tapos pag uwi ko pa para bang hindi ko malaman
kung bakit ang buhay ko ay para bang naging pelikula
Laging puyat! Nagkalat ang papel na nilamukos
Andame ng kapeng ipinautos
Tinta ng aking bolpen, malapit ng maubos
Isang patak na lang pero aking ibubuhos.

Hook:
Mali ba na magkamali ang 'sang tulad ko
Ako ay tao lang din naman na tulad mo
Ano ba ang dapat na gawin
Dapat bang kamuhian o dapat ba na tularan ang 'sang tulad ko na tao lang.

Pasensya na, tao lang

Sapul sa pagkabata, sablay nung tumanda
Lumakad humakbang hanggang sa madapa
Wag kang mawawalan ng pag-asa, wag kang madadala
Kung wala ka pang mali wala ka pang nagagawa
Madadapa ka muna bago ka matutong lumakad
Ang buhay ay utang, hulugan ang bayad
Kaya wag kang matakot magkamali
Pero alalay lang wag kang masyadong magmadali
Yan ang sabi sa akin ng aking itay
Na pinapaalala palagi sakin ni inay na kadalasan ay
hindi nasusunod
Ayoko ng sumali, gusto kong manuod
Minsan wala ng gana, ayoko ng magrap
Kase akala ko dati, alam ko na lahat
Yun pala kulang pa ang kaalaman kong labis
Ngayon alam ko na kung ba't may pambura ang lapis.

Hook

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poem by Sirius White
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Laking Marikina, Part 2

Isang paraiso no'n ang Ilog Marikina
Daming binubuhay, daming umaasa
Malinis na tubig, siya'ng pinagkukunan,
Inumin sa banga, panligo sa tapayan
Tumana sa baybay, daming binubuhay
Palakaya sa tubig, iba't-iba ang paraan
Sa inyo ko'y babanggitin, anu-ano ang pangalan

BINGWIT

Ang Bingwit ay isang panghuli ng isda
Na may tangkay, pisi, pabigat at taga
Sa Ingles siya ay rod, hook, line and sinker
Bingwit or Fishing Rod, parehong may pain
Pain namin no'n ay hipon at bulate
Sari-saring isda ang nangahuhuli
Biya, hito, kanduli, minsa'y bakule
Bingwit ay di pare-pareho ang gamit
Merong sa tubig lang ay inilalawit
Merong hinihila matapos ihagis
Para ng isda ang pain ay mapansin
Akala niya'y buhay, agad sasagpangin
Ang tawag namin sa ganitong paraan
Ay di namimingwit, kundi nanggagalay

PATUKBA

Patukba ay parang bingwit na maliit
Maikli ang pisi, ang tangkay ay siit
Tangkay ay matulis para maitusok
Pag iniuumang na sa tabi ng ilog
Sa dulo ng tangkay doon nakalawit
Ang pising sa dulo, taga'y nakakabit
Kung ito'y iumang ay sa dakong hapon
Pain ay palaka, kuliglig o suhong
IIwang magdamag hanggang sa umaga
ang oras na dapat sila'y pandawin na
Ang paing sa tubig ay kakawag-kawag
Ng bulig o dalag gustong sinisiyab
Ang aking patukba'y tatlumpu ang bilang
Di marami, di kaunti, lang ay katamtaman
Sa bilang na ito, bawat pag-uumang
Ang dalag kong huli'y naglalaro sa siyam
Ang paing kuliglig saan kinukuha?
Sa ilalim ng yagit sa bukid/tumana
Ang suhong naman ay sa mga putikan
Sa tabi ng ilog, kahit na nga saan
Ang palaka naman ay sa mga lawa, Sa bukid, sa ilog at lugar na basa

KITANG

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poem by Pacific Hernandez
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Samson Agonistes (excerpts)

[Samson's Opening Speech]
A little onward lend thy guiding hand
To these dark steps, a little further on;
For yonder bank hath choice of sun or shade,
There I am wont to sit, when any chance
Relieves me from my task of servile toil,
Daily in the common prison else enjoin'd me,
Where I a prisoner chain'd, scarce freely draw
The air imprison'd also, close and damp,
Unwholesome draught: but here I feel amends,
The breath of Heav'n fresh-blowing, pure and sweet,
With day-spring born; here leave me to respire.
This day a solemn feast the people hold
To Dagon, their sea-idol, and forbid
Laborious works; unwillingly this rest
Their superstition yields me; hence with leave
Retiring from the popular noise, I seek
This unfrequented place to find some ease;
Ease to the body some, none to the mind
From restless thoughts, that like a deadly swarm
Of hornets arm'd, no sooner found alone,
But rush upon me thronging, and present
Times past, what once I was, and what am now.
O wherefore was my birth from Heaven foretold
Twice by an angel, who at last in sight
Of both my parents all in flames ascended
From off the altar, where an off'ring burn'd,
As in a fiery column charioting
His godlike presence, and from some great act
Of benefit reveal'd to Abraham's race?
Why was my breeding order'd and prescrib'd
As of a person separate to God,
Design'd for great exploits; if I must die
Betray'd, captiv'd, and both my eyes put out,
Made of my enemies the scorn and gaze;
To grind in brazen fetters under task
With this Heav'n-gifted strength? O glorious strength
Put to the labour of a beast, debas'd
Lower than bondslave! Promise was that I
Should Israel from Philistian yoke deliver;
Ask for this great deliverer now, and find him
Eyeless in Gaza at the mill with slaves,
Himself in bonds under Philistian yoke.
Yet stay, let me not rashly call in doubt
Divine prediction; what if all foretold
Had been fulfill'd but through mine own default,
Whom have I to complain of but myself?
Who this high gift of strength committed to me,
In what part lodg'd, how easily bereft me,
Under the seal of silence could not keep,

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poem by John Milton
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The Twa Dogs, A Tale

'Twas in that place o' Scotland's isle,
That bears the name o' auld King COIL,[1]
Upon a bonie day in June,
When wearing thro' the afternoon,
5 Twa dogs, that were na thrang at hame,
Forgather'd ance upon a time.

The first I'll name, they ca'd him 'Cæsar',
Was keepet for his Honor's pleasure:
His hair, his size, his mouth, his lugs,
10 Shew'd he was nane o' Scotland's dogs;
But whalpit some place far abroad,
Whare sailors gang to fish for Cod.

His locked, letter'd, braw brass collar
Shew'd him the gentleman an' scholar;
15 But though he was o' high degree,
The fient a pride, nae pride had he;
But wad hae spent an hour caressin,
Ev'n wi' al tinkler-gipsey's messan:
At kirk or market, mill or smiddie,
20 Nae tawted tyke, tho' e'er sae duddie,
But he wad stand, as glad to see him,
An' stroan'd on stanes an' hillocks wi' him.

The tither was a ploughman's collie-
A rhyming, ranting, raving billie,
25 Wha for his friend an' comrade had him,
And in freak had 'Luath' ca'd him,
After some dog in Highland Sang,[2]
Was made lang syne,-Lord knows how lang.

He was a gash an' faithfu' tyke,
30 As ever lap a sheugh or dyke.
His honest, sonsie, baws'nt face
Aye gat him friends in ilka place;
His breast was white, his tousie back
Weel clad wi' coat o' glossy black;
35 His gawsie tail, wi' upward curl,
Hung owre his hurdie's wi' a swirl.

Nae doubt but they were fain o' ither,
And unco pack an' thick thegither;
Wi' social nose whiles snuff'd an' snowket;
40 Whiles mice an' moudieworts they howket;
Whiles scour'd awa' in lang excursion,
An' worry'd ither in diversion;
Till tir'd at last wi mony a farce,
Upon a knowe they set them down upon their -,
45 An' there began a lang digression.

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poem by Robert Burns (1786)
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The Twa Dogs

A Tale

'Twas in that place o' Scotland's isle,
That bears the name o' auld King Coil,
Upon a bonie day in June,
When wearin' thro' the afternoon,
Twa dogs, that were na thrang at hame,
Forgather'd ance upon a time.

The first I'll name, they ca'd him Caesar,
Was keepit for His Honor's pleasure:
His hair, his size, his mouth, his lugs,
Shew'd he was nane o' Scotland's dogs;
But whalpit some place far abroad,
Whare sailors gang to fish for cod.

His locked, letter'd, braw brass collar
Shew'd him the gentleman an' scholar;
But though he was o' high degree,
The fient a pride, nae pride had he;
But wad hae spent an hour caressin,
Ev'n wi' al tinkler-gipsy's messin:
At kirk or market, mill or smiddie,
Nae tawted tyke, tho' e'er sae duddie,
But he wad stan't, as glad to see him,
An' stroan't on stanes an' hillocks wi' him.

The tither was a ploughman's collie-
A rhyming, ranting, raving billie,
Wha for his friend an' comrade had him,
And in freak had Luath ca'd him,
After some dog in Highland Sang,
Was made lang syne,-Lord knows how lang.

He was a gash an' faithfu' tyke,
As ever lap a sheugh or dyke.
His honest, sonsie, baws'nt face
Aye gat him friends in ilka place;
His breast was white, his touzie back
Weel clad wi' coat o' glossy black;
His gawsie tail, wi' upward curl,
Hung owre his hurdie's wi' a swirl.

Nae doubt but they were fain o' ither,
And unco pack an' thick thegither;
Wi' social nose whiles snuff'd an' snowkit;
Whiles mice an' moudieworts they howkit;
Whiles scour'd awa' in lang excursion,
An' worry'd ither in diversion;
Until wi' daffin' weary grown

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poem by Robert Burns
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Satan Absolved

(In the antechamber of Heaven. Satan walks alone. Angels in groups conversing.)
Satan. To--day is the Lord's ``day.'' Once more on His good pleasure
I, the Heresiarch, wait and pace these halls at leisure
Among the Orthodox, the unfallen Sons of God.
How sweet in truth Heaven is, its floors of sandal wood,
Its old--world furniture, its linen long in press,
Its incense, mummeries, flowers, its scent of holiness!
Each house has its own smell. The smell of Heaven to me
Intoxicates and haunts,--and hurts. Who would not be
God's liveried servant here, the slave of His behest,
Rather than reign outside? I like good things the best,
Fair things, things innocent; and gladly, if He willed,
Would enter His Saints' kingdom--even as a little child.

[Laughs. I have come to make my peace, to crave a full amaun,
Peace, pardon, reconcilement, truce to our daggers--drawn,
Which have so long distraught the fair wise Universe,
An end to my rebellion and the mortal curse
Of always evil--doing. He will mayhap agree
I was less wholly wrong about Humanity
The day I dared to warn His wisdom of that flaw.
It was at least the truth, the whole truth, I foresaw
When He must needs create that simian ``in His own
Image and likeness.'' Faugh! the unseemly carrion!
I claim a new revision and with proofs in hand,
No Job now in my path to foil me and withstand.
Oh, I will serve Him well!
[Certain Angels approach. But who are these that come
With their grieved faces pale and eyes of martyrdom?
Not our good Sons of God? They stop, gesticulate,
Argue apart, some weep,--weep, here within Heaven's gate!
Sob almost in God's sight! ay, real salt human tears,
Such as no Spirit wept these thrice three thousand years.
The last shed were my own, that night of reprobation
When I unsheathed my sword and headed the lost nation.
Since then not one of them has spoken above his breath
Or whispered in these courts one word of life or death
Displeasing to the Lord. No Seraph of them all,
Save I this day each year, has dared to cross Heaven's hall
And give voice to ill news, an unwelcome truth to Him.
Not Michael's self hath dared, prince of the Seraphim.
Yet all now wail aloud.--What ails ye, brethren? Speak!
Are ye too in rebellion? Angels. Satan, no. But weak
With our long earthly toil, the unthankful care of Man.

Satan. Ye have in truth good cause.

Angels. And we would know God's plan,
His true thought for the world, the wherefore and the why
Of His long patience mocked, His name in jeopardy.

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poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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The Battle Is The Lords

Written by michael mckay
There is no pain jesus cant feel
No hurt he can not heal
All things work according to his perfect will
No matter what youre going through
Remember God is using you
For the battle is not yours
Its the lords
Theres no sadness jesus cant feel
And there is no sorrow
That he can not heal
For all things work
According to the masters holy will
No matter what youre going through
Remember that God is only using you
For the battle is not yours
Its the lords
Its the lords
Yes its the lords
Hold your head up high
Dont you fright
Its the lords
Its the lords
Yes its the lords
No matter what
Youre going through
Remember that god
Only wants to use you
For the battle is not yours
Its the lords
No matter what
You happen to go through right now
Remember that in the midst of it all
God only wants to use you
No matter what youre going through
For the battle is not yours
Its the lords
No matter what it is
That youre going through
Hold your head up, stick your chest out
And remember hes using you
No matter what youre going through
God is only using you
For this battle is not yours alone
This battle is not yours, no
You can not handle it all by yourself
No, no, no, no, no, no
Its not yours
This battle is not yours
Its the lords, not yours

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song performed by Yolanda Adams
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The Battle Is The Lords

Written by michael mckay
There is no pain jesus cant feel
No hurt he can not heal
All things work according to his perfect will
No matter what youre going through
Remember God is using you
For the battle is not yours
Its the lords
Theres no sadness jesus cant feel
And there is no sorrow
That he can not heal
For all things work
According to the masters holy will
No matter what youre going through
Remember that God is only using you
For the battle is not yours
Its the lords
Its the lords
Yes its the lords
Hold your head up high
Dont you fright
Its the lords
Its the lords
Yes its the lords
No matter what
Youre going through
Remember that god
Only wants to use you
For the battle is not yours
Its the lords
No matter what
You happen to go through right now
Remember that in the midst of it all
God only wants to use you
No matter what youre going through
For the battle is not yours
Its the lords
No matter what it is
That youre going through
Hold your head up, stick your chest out
And remember hes using you
No matter what youre going through
God is only using you
For this battle is not yours alone
This battle is not yours, no
You can not handle it all by yourself
No, no, no, no, no, no
Its not yours
This battle is not yours
Its the lords, not yours

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song performed by Yolanda Adams
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Double Helix Abecedarian - Xylophonic Resonance He Licks Enigmatic

XYLOPHONIC RESONANCE HE LICKS ENIGMATIC
Kindly refer to notes. and see Temptations and Poetic Pizza Extravaganza below :)

Xylophonic Resonance
double helix abecedarian

The first line begins with A and ends with Z
the next line begins with Z and ends with A
The next line begins with B and ends with Y
The next line begins with Y and ends with B
The next line begins with C and ends with X
The next line begins with X and ends with C

A to Z top down A to Z bottom up

All fizzle, finish frazzled, launched with fizZ.
Zero dreams teem when spirit seems at seA
Because most adepts of philosophY
Yearn for zenith seldom dwell on ebB,
Carpe diem value, seeking sea, sun, seX.
Xylem tree of life’s cannibalistiC
Desires corrupt deeds most men seW,
With survival’s urge soon lost indeeD.
Events churn causal patterns, AsimoV
Viewed clearly, took as starship journey cuE
Finding worlds which may appeal to yoU,
Unknown reader from beyond Time’s gulF -
Great divide between those past, those lefT -
Time travellers peruse these lines to sinG
High praise of poets who’ll know no more springS.
Spontaneousl prose poem picks pensive patH
In patter pattern, feet dance to empoweR.
Rhythm harmonious, need no alibI,
Joins sense, style versatile, from mind's H.Q.,
Questions seeks, finds answers. Soujourn’s hadJ
Knowledge acquires to share more than to keeP,
Pipes clear to others drifting through the darK.
Lark sings dawn’s welcome song, and each man’s taO
Opens connections, on life’s sea a-saiL
Ma d, sad, glad, bad, for threescore years and teN
Never certain of his mortal aiM,
Nor sure to gain posthumous fame, acclaiM,
Making ends meet in hope to rise agaiN
On judgement day should trust and faith prevaiL.
Life-spans increase but trite hullabaloO
Prepares too few for winding sheet, corpse starK,

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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Ngayon Pa Lang Tagumpay Ka Na

(ryan cayabyab)
Cris:
Lagi kitang sinusubaybayan
Nananaginip na balang araw ay maging katulad mo
Magbigay ng dangal sa bayan ko at sigla sa buong mundo
Ipagkakapuri ng magulang ko
Lea:
Oh, minsan ako'y nangarap tulad mo
Kaypalad ko't maagang nabatid ang totoo
Dapat lang magtiwala ng lubos sa sarili't husay mo
Ibigay lahat ng makakaya mo
At pagmasdan, makakamit lahat ng inaasam
Unti-unti maaabot ang mga pangarap mo
Kung nais pa'y lumipad sa rurok ng iyong isipan
Ibigay lang ang lahat ng makakaya mo
Kahit hindi mo pa panahon
Ngayon pa lang tagumpay ka na
Cris:
Dapat lang magtiwala ng lubos
Lea:
Sa sarili't husay mo
Both:
Ibigay lahat ng makakaya mo
Cris:
At pagmasdan makakamit lahat ng inaasam
Unti-unti maaabot ang mga pangarap mo
Kung nais pa'y lumipad sa rurok ng iyong isipan
Ibigay lang ang lahat ng makakaya mo
Kahit hindi mo pa panahon
Ngayon pa lang...
Lea:
Kahit hindi mo pa panahon
Ngayon pa lang
Both:
Kahit hindi mo pa panahon
Ngayon pa lang tagumpay ka na
Tagumpay ka!

song performed by Lea Salonga
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Auld Lang Syne

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne ?

CHORUS
For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stoup !
and surely I’ll be mine !
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

CHORUS

We twa hae run about the braes,
and pou’d the gowans fine ;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit,
sin’ auld lang syne.

CHORUS

We twa hae paidl’d in the burn,
frae morning sun till dine ;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
sin’ auld lang syne.

CHORUS

And there’s a hand my trusty fiere !
and gies a hand o’ thine !
And we’ll tak a right gude-willie waught,
for auld lang syne.

CHORUS

poem by Robert Burns
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Ang Kanser Sa Totoy Sa Akong English Teacher

Dugay ra niyang nabati ang bukol sa w'a niya nga totoy.
Kapoy. Baliwala lang. Mora'g wala lang. Daghan pa siya'g
Gigastohan nga mga pag-umangkon. Busy pod sa World
Literature. Preoccupied sa Third World Poetry.

Napulo'g lima katuig nga gatudlo sa English ug World
Literature si Ma'am sa usa ka private religious school.
Usa ako sa iyang gipalayog sa verb, adverbs, ug adjectives.
Gipaharong kang Tolstoy. Nakig-tagay ni Omar.
Sa mga blithe spirits ni Shelly. Ug kang Lucasta sa dihang
Miasdang na siya sa gubat. Kang Emily, Pablo, Octavio.
Shakespeare.Neruda. Mistral.

Nagdugo, nagnana ang duha miya ka tutoy.
Daghang verbs, adverbs, adjectives. Aduna pa gayo'y
Mga prepositions and conjunctions nga nabalaka su'd
Sa 25 ka tuig. Natawo ang mga balak. Ug mga sugilanon.
Nanubo ang mga dahon sa laurel. Nangisog ang mga paminta.
Namaak ang kahalang sa sili sa akong mga ngabil
Mitubo ang mga pan. Mibukal ang mga tuba.
Pati ang lana sa mga hilo-anan ug mga wakwak.
Mikuyanap ang Magic Touch. Ang mga figments
Of imagination. Ang mga streams of consciousness.
Mikamang ang walay angay nga mokamang
sa ilalom sa katre ug panganod.

Dili siya magpa-opera. Dili niya gusto. Wa’y igong kwarta.
Dili nga dili makatabang ang chemotheraphy.
Giluwa na ang Iyang ATM. Nalubong siya sa utang.
Dugay ra. Nagmahay ang mga subordinate clauses.
Dili matonong ang mga direct objects. Naunay siya
Sa mga dreams nga nag-dream. Nagkulismaot
Ang mga dagway sa infinitives. Ug ang mga predicates
Mismo ang nagkutkot sa iyang lubnganan.
Nagpakaluoy ang Philippine Literature nga unta dili lang
Usa siya kuhaon ni Bathala.Time passes swiftly. Ang mga rosas
Nga mibukhad karon, pipila lang ka oras sa kilid sa bintana,
Kadali rang nangalaya. Ang mga buds na-nipped. Tight-lipped.
Dying. Dayag ang pagka-dying ni Daying.

Lubong niya karon. Ug tulo lang kami nga mitungha.
Usa lang ang miiyak. Ug ang duha, kadyot lang nga mitan-aw
Ug dayo'g biya kay dunay mga importanteng mga lakaw
Sa ilang kinabuhi.Walay gahom ang balak sa pagbanhaw kang
Ma'am. Ang mga prepositions ug conjunctions dili mga karo
Ug ligid mga mohatod kaniya sa menteryo. Nag-inusara lang
Intawon siya gihapon. Bisan pa sa iyang pagpangugat og pama-
Lak usab kaniadto. Dili ang iyang mga pag-umangkon
Ang miiyak. Ugma ablihon ko ang daan nga libro ni Pablo Neruda.

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ang Tumoy Sa Tumoy Ni Manoy

lisod baya pag analayz ug tigulang
sa tinood lang kitang tanan nga bisdak (bisag di na lang Pinoy
ang pung gamiton)
adunay tigulang, in one way or another, sa atong bay, naa jud tiguls
sa amo lang, naa si lolo enggoy, naa si lola pacing,
naa pa si tiyo miguel (mangkoy pero ingon si lolo nakaukoy)

sugod tang lolo, pagkasug uhan, ug pagkalimtanon na,
wa kuno siya katumar sa iyang tambal sa highblood,
wa kuno siya papamahawa moreport ni tiya inday
sa manila, ug dayon ug kasuko, makagot ang ngipon
mokaging ang apapangig, ug dayon ug dram ug iyak
kay kuno siya gipasagdan na

ug si lola pacing, siging hinumdum sa iyang pagka miss bisaya
cover girl kaniadto sa pagkahuman sa gubat sa misurender na ang
mga hapon, mangutana ug naniudto na ba kuno mi, dayon hangyoon
ka nga isulat ang iyang ihangyo ni alfred sa Dubai,
papalit ug turban sa moslem, kay dili siya gusto nga maitom samtang
isuroy siya sa wheelchair sa iyang garden nga adunay mga dama de noche,

ug si tiyo miguel, nga ang favorite past time magsiging ibot sa mga salibotbot didto sa among nataran, pul-ong sa mga dahoy sa likway,
dayon hangyo nga magpaluto ug haw-an nga tinonoan kay kuno siya
gimingaw ug isda sa suba sa Olingan, ug kon gutmon motawag kanako
aron papaliton ug sopas sa tindahan ni Nidas, parisan sa pepsi nga bugnaw,

ingon sila dili enjoy mag-akatar ug mga tigulang kay kuno ang uban bisag
nag-antus ug pangamaw sa chicago apan tungod lang kini sa dollar ug sa mga utang nga bayran, sa mga anak nga nageskwela ug nursing aron puhon
makakalos usab ug mas daghan pang dollar, makatukod ug maayong balay,
makapalit ug basakan ug kalubian, aron ang kinabuhi maharuhay

ako? enjoy lang
(hmm, ayaw lang ug saba, ako baya ang nabutang nga heredero sa
.... ayaw lang ug saba ha.. sa last will and testament ni lolo, ni lola ug labaw pa
ni tiyo miguel, ... sa totoo lang.. pila ra goy pagpalit ug pepsi ug sopas sa
tindahan ni Nidas)

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When the Bush Begins to Speak

They know us not in England yet, their pens are overbold;
We're seen in fancy pictures that are fifty years too old.
They think we are a careless race - a childish race, and weak;
They'll know us yet in England, when the bush begins to speak;
When the bush begins to speak,
When the bush begins to speak,
When the west by Greed's invaded, and the bush begins to speak.

'The leaders that will be', the men of southern destiny,
Are not all found in cities that are builded by the sea;
They learn to love Australia by many a western creek,
They'll know them yet in England, when the bush begins to speak;
When the bush begins to speak,
When the bush begins to speak,
When the west by Greed's invaded, and the bush begins to speak.

All ready for the struggle, and waiting for the change,
The army of our future lies encamped beyond the range;
Australia, for her patriots, will not have far to seek;
They'll know her yet in England when the bush begins to speak;
When the bush begins to speak,
When the bush begins to speak,
When the west by Greed's invaded, and the bush begins to speak.

We'll find the peace and comfort that our fathers could not find,
Or some shall strike the good old blow that leaves a mark behind.
We'll find the Truth and Liberty our fathers came to seek,
Or let them know in England when the bush begins to speak;
When the bush begins to speak,
When the bush begins to speak,
When the west by Greed's invaded, and the bush begins to speak.

poem by Henry Lawson
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