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Isn't that an odd philosophy for a vampire?

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Vampires

Brother it dont matter
Sister dont worry
Say what you like
Ill do what you want me to do
Youre a vampire, Im a vampire, too
Sun in the kitchen
Boy youre still sleeping
When you get hungry
Ill do what you want me to do
Youre a vampire, Im a vampire, too
Youre a vampire, Im a vampire, too
Night in the city
New orleans pretty
Do what you want
And then can I do it to you
Youre a vampire, Im a vampire, too
Youre a vampire, Im a vampire, too
Youre a vampire, Im a vampire, too
Youre a vampire, Im a vampire, too
Its a reflex
Just a reflex
Like fear or sex
Brother it dont matter
Sister dont worry
Say what you like
Ill do what you want me to do
Youre a vampire, Im a vampire, too
Youre a vampire, Im a vampire, too
Brother it dont matter
Sister dont worry
Brother it dont matter
Sister dont worry
Brother it dont matter
Sister dont worry
Brother it dont matter
Sister dont worry

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The Interpretation of Nature and

I.

MAN, being the servant and interpreter of Nature, can do and understand so much and so much only as he has observed in fact or in thought of the course of nature: beyond this he neither knows anything nor can do anything.


II.

Neither the naked hand nor the understanding left to itself can effect much. It is by instruments and helps that the work is done, which are as much wanted for the understanding as for the hand. And as the instruments of the hand either give motion or guide it, so the instruments of the mind supply either suggestions for the understanding or cautions.

III.

Human knowledge and human power meet in one; for where the cause is not known the effect cannot be produced. Nature to be commanded must be obeyed; and that which in contemplation is as the cause is in operation as the rule.

IV.

Towards the effecting of works, all that man can do is to put together or put asunder natural bodies. The rest is done by nature working within.

V.

The study of nature with a view to works is engaged in by the mechanic, the mathematician, the physician, the alchemist, and the magician; but by all (as things now are) with slight endeavour and scanty success.

VI.

It would be an unsound fancy and self-contradictory to expect that things which have never yet been done can be done except by means which have never yet been tried.

VII.

The productions of the mind and hand seem very numerous in books and manufactures. But all this variety lies in an exquisite subtlety and derivations from a few things already known; not in the number of axioms.

VIII.

Moreover the works already known are due to chance and experiment rather than to sciences; for the sciences we now possess are merely systems for the nice ordering and setting forth of things already invented; not methods of invention or directions for new works.

IX.

The cause and root of nearly all evils in the sciences is this -- that while we falsely admire and extol the powers of the human mind we neglect to seek for its true helps.

X.

The subtlety of nature is greater many times over than the subtlety of the senses and understanding; so that all those specious meditations, speculations, and glosses in which men indulge are quite from the purpose, only there is no one by to observe it.

XI.

As the sciences which we now have do not help us in finding out new works, so neither does the logic which we now have help us in finding out new sciences.

XII.

The logic now in use serves rather to fix and give stability to the errors which have their foundation in commonly received notions than to help the search after truth. So it does more harm than good.

XIII.

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poem by Sir Francis Bacon
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Le Vampire (The Vampire)

Toi qui, comme un coup de couteau,
Dans mon coeur plaintif es entrée;
Toi qui, forte comme un troupeau
De démons, vins, folle et parée,

De mon esprit humilié
Faire ton lit et ton domaine;
— Infâme à qui je suis lié
Comme le forçat à la chaîne,

Comme au jeu le joueur têtu,
Comme à la bouteille l'ivrogne,
Comme aux vermines la charogne
— Maudite, maudite sois-tu!

J'ai prié le glaive rapide
De conquérir ma liberté,
Et j'ai dit au poison perfide
De secourir ma lâcheté.

Hélas! le poison et le glaive
M'ont pris en dédain et m'ont dit:
«Tu n'es pas digne qu'on t'enlève
À ton esclavage maudit,

Imbécile! — de son empire
Si nos efforts te délivraient,
Tes baisers ressusciteraient
Le cadavre de ton vampire!»

The Vampire

You who, like the stab of a knife,
Entered my plaintive heart;
You who, strong as a herd
Of demons, came, ardent and adorned,

To make your bed and your domain
Of my humiliated mind
— Infamous bitch to whom I'm bound
Like the convict to his chain,

Like the stubborn gambler to the game,
Like the drunkard to his wine,
Like the maggots to the corpse,
— Accurst, accurst be you!

I begged the swift poniard
To gain for me my liberty,
I asked perfidious poison

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poem by Charles Baudelaire
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I Had A Vampire

I had a dream about a vampire
His hair was fair with flames
His eyes sparkled like sapphire
Only a few who knew his name.

He had big and bulky muscles
And he stood around 6 feet tall
Only the bravest of the bravest
And the fearless of them all

Would ever be so valliant
As to even walk up to the tree
Where this monster awaits for dinner,
And say 'Lord, be with me.'

The bravest of the bravest
And the fearless of them all
Would take upon this vampire
And possibly make it fall.

He drew his sword out of his sheath,
And approached the wicked beast
For it leaped into the air
And onto him the very least.

Man slung his sword left and right,
But vampire had already won
With a bite of pearly white fangs
The evil deed was done.

But wait why is he standing up?
Man was a man no more
For vampire only bit once,
And the venom had the score.

Two vampires now there are,
Out to get the strong ones
The men who think superior
And did what had to be done.

Now an army of vampires,
Each one different but the same
Hung to the courage they had
Still a few hold their name

Of man, though they were not man,
But they had a man's willpower
To overcome this evilness
And fight hour after hour

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poem by Rebecca Ryan
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Love Bites

Do you know what a vampire is?
Whoa! love bites, love bites,
Love bites, love bites,
Love bites, love bites.
Come live forever with me, or transpire,
A flame alone, on a funeral pire,
Well build an empire, if we so desire,
Travel the world, and set it on fire!
Bite me babe, set my soul on fire!
Bite me babe, set my soul on fire!
Come taste my love baby,
Blood makes me hard to resist,
My soul burns like fire,
Kiss my hungry lips vampire!
Love bites, love bites,
Love bites, love bites,
Love bites, love bites.
Blood turns cold for mortals who wait,
Your coils unwinding, now choose you fate,
A flame alone on a funeral pire,
Or eternal life as my vampire!!
Bite me babe, set my soul on fire!
Bite me babe, set my soul on fire!
Come taste my love baby,
Blood makes me hard to resist,
My sould burns like fire,
Kiss my hungry lips vampire!
Love bites, love bites,
Love bites, love bites, [loves bites!],
Love bites, love bites, [my vampire].
Deep into the, deep into the, deep into the, night!
Deep into the, deep into the, deep into the, night! [love bites],
Deep into the, deep into the, deep into the, night!
Deep into the, deep into the, deep into the, night! [love bites].
[demonic laughing!].
Blood turns cold for mortals who wait,
Your coils unwinding, now choose you fate.
Love bites, love bites,
Love bites, love bites, [loves bites!],
Love bites, love bites, [my vampire],
Deep into the, deep into the, deep into the, night!
[...repeat & fade...].

song performed by Grace Jones
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Vampire Blues

Im a vampire, babe, suckin blood from the earth
Im a vampire, baby, suckin blood from the earth.
Well, Im a vampire, babe, sell you twenty barrels worth.
Im a black bat, babe, bangin on your window pane
Im a black bat, baby, bangin on your window pane.
Well, Im a black bat, babe, I need my high octane.
Good times are comin, I hear it everywhere I go
Good times are comin, I hear it everywhere I go.
Good times are comin, but they sure comin slow.
Im a vampire, babe, suckin blood from the earth
Im a vampire, baby, suckin blood from the earth.
Well, Im a vampire, babe, sell you twenty barrels worth.
Good times are comin.

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Vampire eyes

I seen U with my vampire eyes, swore I saw colors for the very first time.

Amazed at the sights and the sound of the words, especially the ones not spoken but still heard.

The smells that arose from your flesh made me shutter, caresses my body, my soul, like fresh bread and sweet butter.

Place your mouth on my neck, taste the salt of my skin, enjoy the moment take it all in.

Leaving a magenta mark in color, lick your lips and savor the flavor as though this were the first, had no other.

Tongue over teeth, gently do not bite, but induldge in delight.

With desire did struggle and feigned the fight.

Wishing you would hoping you might, turn me right now and both take flight.

Eagerly grasp and straining to grope, convince me its right I know you did hope.

Emerald eyed are the vampire eyes, the ones you gaze into, gazing back in disguise.

Mirrors reflect, you are looking at me, I m looking in but cannot see.

My vampire eyes searched for you, so much pleasure saw yet never giving a clue.

Never one given yet it gave it away, standing in doorways while asleep by day.

Guarding my body, imagination running away, wake me with words you whisper my way.

You nourish my spirit deep to the core, love is forbidden so says the folklore.

Existing in shadows and hiding in plane sight, I lusted for your body by the pale moon light.

Vampire eyes savor the flavor of sight, body yearning for touch, a disastrous delight.

Inferno, burning soul, eternally hurting, a steak through the heart.

Ashes of the fallen lay on the floor, keep me in the shadows and protect me from the bright rays of golden light.

Once bitten, no fighting, the craving will last, fasting for years, time fleeting so fast.

Gaze into my vampire eyes, feast on my flesh and nourish your soul.

Skin on skin, sweat glistening, the scent intoxicating, exhilarating, just let yourself go.

Not a frenzy, take it slow, savor it all, enjoy the flavor of a mortal sin.

And when is all done you will wake to see, sheets all a jumble just dreaming a dream.

But once there were vampire eyes gazing back, lost the line of sight, gone in a glance.

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poem by Gary Kedron
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Rubberneckin

(words & music by jones - warren)
Stop, look and listen baby thats my philosophy
If your rubberneckin baby well thats all right with me
Stop, look and listen baby thats my philosophy
Its called rubberneckin baby but thats all right with me
Some people say Im wasting time yeh, but they dont really know
I like what I see I see what I like yeh, it gives me such a glow
First thing in the morning, last thing at night
I look, stare everywhere and see everything inside
Stop, look and listen baby thats my philosophy
If your rubberneckin baby well thats all right with me
Stop, look and listen baby thats my philosophy
Its called rubberneckin baby but thats all right with me
Some people say Im wasting time yeh, but they dont really know
I like what I see I see what I like yeh, it gives me such a glow
Sittin on the back porch all by myself
Along came mary jane with somebody else
Well, stop, look and listen baby thats my philosophy
Its called rubberneckin baby but thats all right with me
Some people say Im wasting time yeh, but I dont really care
I like what I see, I see what I like yeh, it gives me such a glow
Sittin on the back porch all by myself
Along came mary jane with somebody else
Well, stop, look and listen baby thats my philosophy
Its called rubberneckin baby but thats all right with me
Stop, look and listen baby thats my philosophy
Stop, look and listen baby thats my philosophy
Stop, look and listen baby thats my philosophy
Stop

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Rubberneckin (Original)

Stop, look and listen baby that's my philosophy
If your rubberneckin' baby well that's all right with me
Stop, look and listen baby that's my philosophy
It's called rubberneckin' baby but that's all right with me
Some people say I'm wasting time yeh, but they don't really know
I like what I see I see what I like yeh, it gives me such a glow
First thing in the morning, last thing at night
I look, stare everywhere and see everything inside
Stop, look and listen baby that's my philosophy
If your rubberneckin' baby well that's all right with me
Stop, look and listen baby that's my philosophy
It's called rubberneckin' baby but that's all right with me
Some people say I'm wasting time yeh, but they don't really know
I like what I see I see what I like yeh, it gives me such a glow
Sittin' on the back porch all by myself
Along came Mary Jane with somebody else
Well, stop, look and listen baby that's my philosophy
It's called rubberneckin' baby but that's all right with me
Some people say I'm wasting time yeh, but I don't really care
I like what I see, I see what I like yeh, it gives me such a glow
Sittin' on the back porch all by myself
Along came Mary Jane with somebody else
Well, stop, look and listen baby that's my philosophy
It's called rubberneckin' baby but that's all right with me
Stop, look and listen baby that's my philosophy
Stop, look and listen baby that's my philosophy
Stop, look and listen baby that's my philosophy
Stop

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A vampire's beauty

THE SUN SETS AS THE MOON RISES THE MEMBERS OF MY CLAN RISE FROM THE SHADOWS WE CLMB TO THE ROOFS OF OUR HOUSE AND HOWL AT THE MOON THEN THE NIGHTMARE BEGINS AGAIN FOR THESE MORTALS AS WE DESTROY THEM ONE BY ONE EATING THEIR INSIDES THEIR BLOOD DRIPS FROM MY FANGS I'VE BECOME THE ONE THING I WAS SUPPOSE TO DESTROY.WE RUN AND RUN FOR MILES IN SEACH OF FOOD OR VAMPIRES THE BLOOD OF A VAMPIRE DEALY TO MAN BUT DELIOUS TO US BUT AS WE FIND A VAMPIRE AWAY FROM HER CLAN I CONER HER BUT WHEN I SEE HER FACE I STARE INTO HER BEAUTIFUL BROWN EYES ASWELL AS HER NATURAL BEAUTY I GO FOR THE KILL BUT WHEN I DO SHE STARE RIGHT BACK INTO MY EYES I HEAR THE HOWL TO LEAVE FOR THE SUN IS RISEING AND WE CANT BE SEEN IN ARE WOLF FORM WE HEAD BACK TO OUR HOUSES AS ANGERY TEENAGERS BUT THE ONLY THING I WAS THINKING OF WAS THAT VAMPIRE AND HOW CAN WE KILL SOMETHING SO BEAUTIFUL BUT YET I REALIZED THAT VAMPIRE WAS THE ONE WHO KILL OUR LEADER THE WHITE WOLF MY ANGER IS BEENING UNLEASH BUT THE CLAN STOPS ME FROM TRANSFORMING AGAIN.
THE FOLLOWING NIGHT THE CLAN REGROUPS AT THE SAME LOCATION WERE A SAW HER WE TRANSFORM BACK INTO HUMANS BUT WE STAY HIDDEN HOURS GO BY SHE CAUGHT OUR SCENT SHE FALLS RIGHT FOR OUR TRAP WE FOLLOW HER AND WHEN WE CONERED HER I TRANSFORM BACK INTO A WOLF BUT WHEN I GO FOR THE KILL HER CLAN APPERS OUT OF NO WHERE WE WERE EACH IN A BATTLE BUT WHEN SHE STRIKES I STOPED HER AND BEAT HER BADLY IF ONLY I WOULD HAD CLAWED HER SHE WOULD HAD BEEN DEAD BY KNOW BUT I KEEP HER AS A PERSONER AND LET HER WATCH US DEVARE HER CLANS BY THE TIME WE'RE DONE THE SUN IS ALREADY RISEING WE DESCIED TO TAKE HER TO OUR UNDER GROND LAIR AND KEEP HER THERE UNTIL I DESCIED WHEN TO KILL HER AND SHE OPENS HER EYES AS WE BEGIN TO CHANGE BACK INTO HUMANS I CARRY HER TO THE LAIR THE ONLY THING I TOLD HER HERE JUST DRINK I CUT MY WRIST AND SHE BEGINS TO DRINK BUT AFTER SHE FINSH SHE PASSES OUT AND BEGAN TO COUGH OUT BLOOD. FOUR DAYS GO BY AND SHE WAKES UP A HUMAN NO LONGER A VAMPIRE BECAME WEAKER AND WEAKER BUT YET NO MORE DANGER WELL COME NEAR HER AGAIN FOR WHEN THE FULL MOON RISES AGAIN SHE'LL TURN INTO A WOLF THE EVERYSAME THING THAT HAPPENED TO HER HAPPENED TO ME AS THIS STORY ENDS I TAKE HER WITH ME OUTSIDE AND WE HOWL TO THE MOON AND TRANSFORM INTO WOLVES ONCE MORE AND THE HUNT BEGINS AGAIN.

poem by Micheal Diaz
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L'Héautontimorouménos (The Man Who Tortures Himself)

L'Héautontimorouménos
Je te frapperai sans colère
Et sans haine, comme un boucher,
Comme Moïse le rocher
Et je ferai de ta paupière,

Pour abreuver mon Saharah
Jaillir les eaux de la souffrance.
Mon désir gonflé d'espérance
Sur tes pleurs salés nagera

Comme un vaisseau qui prend le large,
Et dans mon coeur qu'ils soûleront
Tes chers sanglots retentiront
Comme un tambour qui bat la charge!
Ne suis-je pas un faux accord
Dans la divine symphonie,
Grâce à la vorace Ironie
Qui me secoue et qui me mord
Elle est dans ma voix, la criarde!
C'est tout mon sang ce poison noir!
Je suis le sinistre miroir
Où la mégère se regarde.

Je suis la plaie et le couteau!
Je suis le soufflet et la joue!
Je suis les membres et la roue,
Et la victime et le bourreau!

Je suis de mon coeur le vampire,
— Un de ces grands abandonnés
Au rire éternel condamnés
Et qui ne peuvent plus sourire!

The Man Who Tortures Himself

I shall strike you without anger
And without hate, like a butcher,
As Moses struck the rock!
And from your eyelids I shall make

The waters of suffering gush forth
To inundate my Sahara.
My desire swollen with hope
Will float upon your salty tears

Like a vessel which puts to sea,
And in my heart that they'll make drunk
Your beloved sobs will resound
Like a drum beating the charge!

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poem by Charles Baudelaire
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Vampire Memory

When I go I go,
When I stay I stay,
And in all that you will always think of me.

Never forget,
Never forgetting a vampires memory,
A night with memories,
Vampire memories,

I watch you watching me,
You watch me watching you,
I look away,
You can’t,
I look back at you,
You’re still watching me,

You’ll never forget,
A vampire memory,
And you’ll never see me,
Unless I see you and let you see me.

Never forget,
Never forget,
Never forget a vampire memory.

I wistfully watch as you step in the sun,
I wistfully see you dance in the light,

Laughing at the irony,
I can never forget a vampire memory,
I am a vampire that can never forget,
You are a human, who will never forget,
And I can see that you want to but don’t and can’t.

poem by Mmm Davis
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A Visit From Diotima ll

D Do you like it?
MM Hell, yes.
D What do you like about it?
MM I dunno. It's...different.
D The second verse reprises the first.
MM Oh?
D Check it out.
(sings)
'Our love is so odd, odd, odd-
Baby, oh, baby, oh, baby,
Odd, odd, odd, odd, odd! -

How do you like it, so far?

MM Well, English is a funny language.
But I like it-oddly enough.
If you could only not sing so loud...
It's after three, remember.

D What does it matter?

(there is a pounding on the ceiling)

MM It's Louise. You woke her up. Now you've done it!
She's Russian. She works for the Post Office.

D What a racket! What's she saying?

MM How should I know? She doesn't communicate in Morse code.
But she doesn't sound happy. Now, Diotima, that's enough.
I only hope she goes back to sleep.

D I wouldn't be intimidated, if I were you.

MM Easy for you to say.

poem by Morgan Michaels
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You Can't Keep A Job

Why should I let you sleep...
When,
I can't get a wink.
And,
You want even let me nod...
When I've worked real hard.

Why should I listen to you...
When,
You never listen to me.
And,
I find it real odd...
You can't keep a job!

But you tell me how you work,
All day!
And you say you have no time,
To play.
And...
When I turn away you tell me,
I'm being evil.

I'm just trying to do my best...
To get me some rest.

Why should I let you sleep...
When,
I can't get a wink.
And,
You want even let me nod...
When I've worked real hard.

Why should I listen to you...
When,
You never listen to me.
And,
I find it real odd...
You can't keep a job!

I find it real odd...
You can't keep a job!

Why should I listen to you...
When,
You never listen to me.
And,
I find it real odd...
You can't keep a job!

'Today? '

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've Crossed Oceans Of Wine To Find You

There was a time when i
Could breath my life into you
One by one your pale fingers
Started to move
And i touched your face
And all death was erased
And you smiled like an angel
Falling from heaven
Just to be lift up again
And you kissed my lips
With those once cold fingertips
You run me back to life
And all things come to an end
We don't have to pretend
Slowly we fall asleep
And never wake up again
We're so christ like
We're so lifelike
Vampire christ
We're so alive
We're so lifelike
Vampire christ
In the grace
Of this love
We rise in pain
And death is not far away
And soon we'll sleep
And never wake up again
There was a time when i
Could breath my life
Into you
And all's been come to an end
We don't have to pretend
Slowly we fall asleep
We're christ like
So lifelike
Vampire christ
We're so lifelike
So christ like
A vampire christ

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Ive Crossed Oceans Of Wine To Find You

There was a time when i
Could breath my life into you
One by one your pale fingers
Started to move
And I touched your face
And all death was erased
And you smiled like an angel
Falling from heaven
Just to be lift up again
And you kissed my lips
With those once cold fingertips
You run me back to life
And all things come to an end
We dont have to pretend
Slowly we fall asleep
And never wake up again
Were so christ like
Were so lifelike
Vampire christ
Were so alive
Were so lifelike
Vampire christ
In the grace
Of this love
We rise in pain
And death is not far away
And soon well sleep
And never wake up again
There was a time when i
Could breath my life
Into you
And alls been come to an end
We dont have to pretend
Slowly we fall asleep
Were christ like
So lifelike
Vampire christ
Were so lifelike
So christ like
A vampire christ

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The Farewell

_P_. Farewell to Europe, and at once farewell
To all the follies which in Europe dwell;
To Eastern India now, a richer clime,
Richer, alas! in everything but rhyme,
The Muses steer their course; and, fond of change,
At large, in other worlds, desire to range;
Resolved, at least, since they the fool must play,
To do it in a different place, and way.
_F_. What whim is this, what error of the brain,
What madness worse than in the dog-star's reign?
Why into foreign countries would you roam,
Are there not knaves and fools enough at home?
If satire be thy object--and thy lays
As yet have shown no talents fit for praise--
If satire be thy object, search all round,
Nor to thy purpose can one spot be found
Like England, where, to rampant vigour grown,
Vice chokes up every virtue; where, self-sown,
The seeds of folly shoot forth rank and bold,
And every seed brings forth a hundredfold.
_P_. No more of this--though Truth, (the more our shame,
The more our guilt) though Truth perhaps may claim,
And justify her part in this, yet here,
For the first time, e'en Truth offends my ear;
Declaim from morn to night, from night to morn,
Take up the theme anew, when day's new-born,
I hear, and hate--be England what she will,
With all her faults, she is my country still.
_F_. Thy country! and what then? Is that mere word
Against the voice of Reason to be heard?
Are prejudices, deep imbibed in youth,
To counteract, and make thee hate the truth?
'Tis sure the symptom of a narrow soul
To draw its grand attachment from the whole,
And take up with a part; men, not confined
Within such paltry limits, men design'd
Their nature to exalt, where'er they go,
Wherever waves can roll, and winds can blow,
Where'er the blessed sun, placed in the sky
To watch this subject world, can dart his eye,
Are still the same, and, prejudice outgrown,
Consider every country as their own;
At one grand view they take in Nature's plan,
Not more at home in England than Japan.
_P_. My good, grave Sir of Theory, whose wit,
Grasping at shadows, ne'er caught substance yet,
'Tis mighty easy o'er a glass of wine
On vain refinements vainly to refine,
To laugh at poverty in plenty's reign,
To boast of apathy when out of pain,

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poem by Charles Churchill
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The philosophy to live

The life is
respect and dignity
My philosophy of
life is to
live with dreams
Is satisfying to
think at the
philosophy to live
The philosophy to
live is sacred
and genuine
Is essential that
the philosophy to
live is a
conscious and satisfying
act of our
personal existence
The philosophy to
live must be
defended from excessive
attacks
The philosophy to
live will be
a peaceful and
motivated revolution
The life is
a great and
magnificent work
The life must
be lived slowly
because only thus
can be authentic
The life is
not appearance
The life travels
in the present
The life is
an alternation of
emotions and sensations
There shouldn't be
obsessions in life
because it's an
unrepeatable and extravagant
thing

poem by Laura arwen
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Canto the Eighth

I
Oh blood and thunder! and oh blood and wounds!
These are but vulgar oaths, as you may deem,
Too gentle reader! and most shocking sounds:
And so they are; yet thus is Glory's dream
Unriddled, and as my true Muse expounds
At present such things, since they are her theme,
So be they her inspirers! Call them Mars,
Bellona, what you will -- they mean but wars.

II
All was prepared -- the fire, the sword, the men
To wield them in their terrible array.
The army, like a lion from his den,
March'd forth with nerve and sinews bent to slay, --
A human Hydra, issuing from its fen
To breathe destruction on its winding way,
Whose heads were heroes, which cut off in vain
Immediately in others grew again.

III
History can only take things in the gross;
But could we know them in detail, perchance
In balancing the profit and the loss,
War's merit it by no means might enhance,
To waste so much gold for a little dross,
As hath been done, mere conquest to advance.
The drying up a single tear has more
Of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore.

IV
And why? -- because it brings self-approbation;
Whereas the other, after all its glare,
Shouts, bridges, arches, pensions from a nation,
Which (it may be) has not much left to spare,
A higher title, or a loftier station,
Though they may make Corruption gape or stare,
Yet, in the end, except in Freedom's battles,
Are nothing but a child of Murder's rattles.

V
And such they are -- and such they will be found:
Not so Leonidas and Washington,
Whose every battle-field is holy ground,
Which breathes of nations saved, not worlds undone.
How sweetly on the ear such echoes sound!
While the mere victor's may appal or stun
The servile and the vain, such names will be
A watchword till the future shall be free.

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poem by Byron from Don Juan (1824)
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Being odd

They all exalt in normal
they do not like the weird,
they slander anybody
who's slightly out of gear.

They all berate the odd ball
that stands out from the crowd.
You've seen odd balls at parties
hung loose, all odd and loud.

The odd ball talks excitedly
about his odd ball ways
The things that other people fear
or find a trifle strange.

They say that he's not normal,
they snigger and they grin
but he'd rather be an odd ball
than normal, just like them.

poem by Ruth Walters
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