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Cake

Birth day
Hero...

x mas
Bun...!

Sweet is
Fun...!

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Have Fun

(bernard edwards/nile rodgers)
Hey, everybody
Have fun again
I want you to have fun
Have fun again
I want you to have fun
Just like little children
Like the little children
Know how they have fun
Just like little children
Like the little children
Know how they have fun
Meanwhile back at the ranch
You're unhappy, now here's your chance
Don't you let the pressure appear
Make your lifestyle hectic all year
Have fun again
I want you to have fun
Have fun again
I want you to have fun
Just like little children
Like the little children
Know how they have fun
Just like little children
Like the little children
Know how they have fun
Money won't be enough
When the going gets tough, it's rough
Try to cuddle with your business
And you'll see that love is priceless
If you don't believe what i say
Just experiment one day
I think that you will agree
That we need some kind of relief
Relif, relief
Have fun again
I want you to have fun
Have fun again
I want you to have fun
Just like little children
Like the little children
Know how they have fun
Just like little children
Like the little children
Know how they have fun
Have fun again
Have fun
Have fun again
I want you to have fun
Just like little children

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song performed by Diana Ross
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Superman My Hero

Superman my hero
Is just like my friend
It was just what I want him to be
Superman my hero
Is giving us hope
He is keeping us free
God's nation
Is in chaos
But there is one man that
Can save us all
Superman my Hero
He flied many times a day in the sky
He touches heaven
Just like the birds do
Superman my hero
I am so proud of him
Superman my hero
I pray for you every day
You have a job, I have one too
I will tell you what gets me through
Strenght, love, and peace
I pray for peace where I am going to be
For you and me
Kids at school
Sending Postcards to those who died overseas in the war
Superman my hero
Keeping busy is what I need to do
And keeping busy these days seems to be the tool
I want to make the hour go fast
So I have to keep myself busy
Superman my hero
Doesn't live in fear
But I do
Superman my hero
Makes sacrifices also
Like I do
Superman my hero
Is landing from the sky right now
He had a perfect landing
Superman my hero
I light a candle for you
May God always bless you
Superman my hero
To the world you gave so much love
Superman my hero
You are an hero
Superman my hero
What are we going to do when our time is up here on earth?
Superman my hero
Your spirit will always be alive in me

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poem by Aldo Kraas
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A Ballad Of Refreshment

The lady stood at the station bar,
(Three currants in a bun)
And oh she was proud, as ladies are.
(And the bun was baked a week ago.)

For a weekly wage she was standing there,
(Three currants in a bun)
With a prominent bust and light gold hair.
(And the bun was baked a week ago.)

The express came in at half-past two,
(Three currants in a bun)
And there lighted a man in the navy blue.
(And the bun was baked a week ago.)

A stout sea-captain he was, I ween.
(Three currants in a bun)
Much travel had made him very keen.
(And the bun was baked a week ago.)

A sober man and steady was he.
(Three currants in a bun)
He called not for brandy, but called for tea.
(And the bun was baked a week ago.)

'Now something to eat, for the train is late.'
(Three currants in a bun)
She brought him a bun on a greasy plate.
(And the bun was baked a week ago.)

He left the bun, and he left the tea,
(Three currants in a bun)
She charged him a shilling and let him be,
And the train went on at a quarter to three.
(And the bun is old and weary.)

poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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A Hero?

Her hero is pretty and thin
Her hero is a hero to many
A hero of fame and a hero of fortune
A role model, a hero of glamour
Her hero is a hero to many

His hero is fit and fast
His hero is a hero to many
A hero of sport, a hero of games
A role model, a hero of victory
His hero is a hero to many

Her hero is clever yet plane
Her hero is a hero to few
A hero of science, a hero of logic
A role model, a hero of knowledge
Her hero is a hero to few

His hero is a hero of art but he is poor
His hero is a hero to few
A hero of word a hero of writings
A role model, a hero of language
His hero is a hero to few

But that’s the thing with your heros....
Hero worship is only skin deep.

poem by Timothy Venard
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Dame Mas (Loaded)

Ella baila con swing
eso me gusta a ma
veloz como humerun de Sosa
es tan rica, es tan sabrosa
Marenla bien
ella es solo para ma
soy su perro fiel
la quiero muy dentro de ma
Ella me atrapa con su red
con sus encantos de mujer
tantas veces quise creer
para luego perder la fe
Pero recuerdo el ayer
aquellas noches de placer
nunca me basta quiero mas... mas
Dame la libertad (mas... mas)
para entrar en tu alma, hacerte soaar (mas... mas)
suelta la rienda, la piel del control
mueve ese, cuerpo hazlo con sabor
y ahora dale, no pares, no dejes de bailar
que la vida es una fiesta, goza
Ando muy feliz
vagando por aha
no me hables de problemas
ten tu escudo, soy de roca
Que bello es vivir
sin miedo de seguir
marenla bien
la quiero muy dentro de ma
Ella me atrapa con su red
con sus encantos de mujer
tantas veces quise creer
para luego perder la fe
Pero recuerdo el ayer
aquellas noches de placer
nunca me basta quiero mas... mas
Dame la libertad (mas... mas)
para entrar en tu alma, hacerte soaar (mas... mas)
suelta la rienda, la piel del control
mueve ese, cuerpo hazlo con sabor
y ahora dale, no pares, no dejes de bailar
que la vida es una fiesta, goza
Es que recuerdo el ayer
aquellas noches de placer
nunca me vasta quiero... masDame la libertad (mas... mas)
para entrar en tu alma, hacerte soaar (mas... mas)
suelta la rienda, la piel del control
mueve ese, cuerpo hazlo con sabor
y ahora dale, no pares, no dejes de bailar
Dame la libertad

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song performed by Ricky Martin
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Hero?

Hail great hero!
Hero brave!
We praise you hero!
I your slave
Now duly fall
On giving knee
In hero worship
Unto thee!

Now did you hero save our globe
When draped in classic hero’s robe?
And did it flow as reddened blood
As battles raged in fields of mud?

Oh hero tell me of your fame:
Were writhing serpents fair your game?
Did you pierce the dragon’s heart
Intrepid hero; play the part

When Tyrant slain in hero’s fight
On quaking ground thro’ battle’s might?
And did you hero conquer evil -
Waste the minions of the devil?

Oh valiant hero, does your armour
Gleam from ventures steeped in valour?
Your sword oh hero, sparks a glint
From charging steel to give the hint

Of what great chapters Hero's Tome
Might tell to us when heroes roam
Through lands of yore when goblins vile
Sought a chance to kill for bile.

Oh hail thy hero,
Hero tall!
Bless you hero,
As I fall
In blushing shame,
I speak to me…

This mirror aids to fantasise
That I be hero worldly wise,
But meek and mild is all I am:
Hero naught; unbridled scam.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Migra

Migra migra pinche migra dejame en pas
Migra migra pinche migra dejame en pas
Malicia veo en tus ojos desprecio en tu corazon
Malicia veo en tus ojos desprecio en tu corazon
Es hora de reconocer que todos somas una voz
Abrasa el concepto venimos de la misma voz
Me necesitas tu a me mas y mas que yo a ti
Me necesitas tu a me mas y mas que yo a ti
Me necesitas tu a me mas y mas que yo a ti
Me necesitas tu a me mas y mas que yo a ti
People people lets start together lets do it right
People people lets love one another I know we know how
Me necesitas tu a mi mas y mas que yo a ti
Me necesitas tu a mi mas y mas que yo a ti
Me necesitas tu a mi mas y mas que yo a ti
Me necesitas tu a mi mas y mas que yo a ti
Migra migra pinche migra dejame en pas
People people lets love one another I know we know how

song performed by Santana
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No Ms

Cuando el silencio
no deja ver la luz que hay en ti
slo puedo pensar
que ya no hay mas
que ya no estas aqui
Por fin
no tengo mas cadenas
no mas de ti
al fin
el cielo es eterno
no mas de ti
Casi pudiste
meterte en mi
y controlarme asi
hipnotizandome tu lo lograras
entrar de nuevo aqui
Por fin
no tengo mas cadenas
no mas de ti
al fin
el cielo es eterno
no mas de ti
Al fin te vas
al fin te vas
al fin te vas
al fin
No mas de ti
al fin el cielo es eterno
no mas de ti
por fin
no mas
al fin
te vas
no mas
no mas
no mas
no mas...

song performed by QBO
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Fun, Fun, Fun

Well she got her daddys car
And she cruised through the hamburger stand now
Seems she forgot all about the library
Like she told her old man now
And with the radio blasting
Goes cruising just as fast as she can now
And shell have fun fun fun
til her daddy takes the t-bird away
(fun fun fun til her daddy takes the t-bird away)
Well the girls cant stand her
cause she walks looks and drives like an ace now
(you walk like an ace now you walk like an ace)
She makes the indy 500 look like a roman chariot race now
(you look like an ace now you look like an ace)
A lotta guys try to catch her
But she leads them on a wild goose chase now
(you drive like an ace now you drive like an ace)
And shell have fun fun fun
til her daddy takes the t-bird away
(fun fun fun til her daddy takes the t-bird away)
Well you knew all along
That your dad was gettin wise to you now
(you shouldnt have lied now you shouldnt have lied)
And since he took your set of keys
Youve been thinking that your fun is all through now
(you shouldnt have lied now you shouldnt have lied)
But you can come along with me
cause we gotta a lot of things to do now
(you shouldnt have lied now you shouldnt have lied)
And well have fun fun fun now that daddy took the t-bird away
(fun fun fun now that daddy took the t-bird away)
And well have fun fun fun now that daddy took the t-bird away
(fun fun fun now that daddy took the t-bird away)
(fun fun now that daddy took the t-bird away)
(fun fun now that daddy took the t-bird away)
(fun fun now that daddy took the t-bird away)
(fun fun now that daddy took the t-bird away)
(fun fun now that daddy took the t-bird away)
(fun fun now that daddy took the t-bird away)

song performed by Beach Boys
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Juramento

Asi es que te quiero yo
A ver quien te quiere mas
Te vi tu inocencia cuando te vi por primera vez
Con mis manos te vi convertirte de nia a mujer
Eres tu quien me da la existencia y lo puro de mi ser
Es por eso que a tu lado siempre quiero amanecer
Eres tu quien me curas las heridas y apagas el dolor
Por ti doy mi alma mi sangre y mi corazon
Asi es que te quiero yo
A ver quien te quiere mas
Asi es que te quiero yo
A ver quien te quiere mas
Asi es que te quiero yo
A ver quien te quiere mas
Asi es que te quiero yo
A ver quien te quiere mas
Me has protegido de mentira y del falso desamor
A tu lado me he convertifo en viajante sin temor
Es por ti que navego con rumbo y direccion
Es tu espiritu y fuerza que le da voz a esta cancion
Eres tu quien me dices mi alma mi deseo de vivir
Eres mi juramento mi credo y donde ire a morir
Asi es que te quiero yo
A ver quien te quiere mas
Asi es que te quiero yo
A ver quien te quiere mas
Asi es que te quiero yo
A ver quien te quiere mas
Asi es que te quiero yo
A ver quien te quiere mas
Cario, es lo que te doy, te llevo en mi corazon
Cario, es lo que te doy, te llevo en mi corazon
Eres mi juramento mi credo y donde ire a morir
Asi es que te quiero yo
A ver quien te quiere mas
Asi es que te quiero yo
A ver quien te quiere mas
Asi es que te quiero yo
A ver quien te quiere mas
Asi es que te quiero yo
A ver quien te quiere mas

song performed by Ricky Martin
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Hero And Leander. The Third Sestiad

New light gives new directions, fortunes new,
To fashion our endeavours that ensue.
More harsh, at least more hard, more grave and high
Our subject runs, and our stern Muse must fly.
Love's edge is taken off, and that light flame,
Those thoughts, joys, longings, that before became
High unexperienc'd blood, and maids' sharp plights,
Must now grow staid, and censure the delights,
That, being enjoy'd, ask judgment; now we praise,
As having parted: evenings crown the days.
And now, ye wanton Loves, and young Desires,
Pied Vanity, the mint of strange attires,
Ye lisping Flatteries, and obsequious Glances,
Relentful Musics, and attractive Dances,
And you detested Charms constraining love!
Shun love's stoln sports by that these lovers prove.
By this, the sovereign of heaven's golden fires,
And young Leander, lord of his desires,
Together from their lovers' arms arose:
Leander into Hellespontus throws
His Hero-handled body, whose delight
Made him disdain each other epithite.
And as amidst th' enamour'd waves he swims,
The god of gold of purpose gilt his limbs,
That, this word _gilt_ including double sense,
The double guilt of his incontinence
Might be express'd, that had no stay t' employ
The treasure which the love-god let him joy
In his dear Hero, with such sacred thrift
As had beseem'd so sanctified a gift;
But, like a greedy vulgar prodigal,
Would on the stock dispend, and rudely fall,
Before his time, to that unblessed blessing
Which, for lust's plague, doth perish with possessing:
Joy graven in sense, like snow in water, wasts:
Without preserve of virtue, nothing lasts.
What man is he, that with a wealthy eye
Enjoys a beauty richer than the sky,
Through whose white skin, softer than soundest sleep,
With damask eyes the ruby blood doth peep,
And runs in branches through her azure veins,
Whose mixture and first fire his love attains;
Whose both hands limit both love's deities,
And sweeten human thoughts like Paradise;
Whose disposition silken is and kind,
Directed with an earth-exempted mind;--
Who thinks not heaven with such a love is given?
And who, like earth, would spend that dower of heaven,
With rank desire to joy it all at first?
What simply kills our hunger, quencheth thirst,

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poem by George Chapman
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Beowulf

LO, praise of the prowess of people-kings
of spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,
we have heard, and what honor the athelings won!
Oft Scyld the Scefing from squadroned foes,
from many a tribe, the mead-bench tore,
awing the earls. Since erst he lay
friendless, a foundling, fate repaid him:
for he waxed under welkin, in wealth he throve,
till before him the folk, both far and near,
who house by the whale-path, heard his mandate,
gave him gifts: a good king he!
To him an heir was afterward born,
a son in his halls, whom heaven sent
to favor the folk, feeling their woe
that erst they had lacked an earl for leader
so long a while; the Lord endowed him,
the Wielder of Wonder, with world's renown.
Famed was this Beowulf: far flew the boast of him,
son of Scyld, in the Scandian lands.
So becomes it a youth to quit him well
with his father's friends, by fee and gift,
that to aid him, aged, in after days,
come warriors willing, should war draw nigh,
liegemen loyal: by lauded deeds
shall an earl have honor in every clan.
Forth he fared at the fated moment,
sturdy Scyld to the shelter of God.
Then they bore him over to ocean's billow,
loving clansmen, as late he charged them,
while wielded words the winsome Scyld,
the leader beloved who long had ruled….
In the roadstead rocked a ring-dight vessel,
ice-flecked, outbound, atheling's barge:
there laid they down their darling lord
on the breast of the boat, the breaker-of-rings,
by the mast the mighty one. Many a treasure
fetched from far was freighted with him.
No ship have I known so nobly dight
with weapons of war and weeds of battle,
with breastplate and blade: on his bosom lay
a heaped hoard that hence should go
far o'er the flood with him floating away.
No less these loaded the lordly gifts,
thanes' huge treasure, than those had done
who in former time forth had sent him
sole on the seas, a suckling child.
High o'er his head they hoist the standard,
a gold-wove banner; let billows take him,
gave him to ocean. Grave were their spirits,
mournful their mood. No man is able

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poem by Charles Baudelaire
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To Be No. 1

Music : peter wolf, matthias jabs
Lyrics: klaus meine
Give me a job
The one i havn't got
Don't write me off at anytime
Don't ever leave me unsatisfied
I don't wanna come in a second
I just wanna come
Don't wanna be the last in line
Don't wanna be just left behind
And in the evening when i come home
It is time to throw my dog a bone
That's when i wear my shirt that says
In capital letters in capital letters
Isn't it fun fun fun to be number one
(he's got no job, got no blow got no monica to go to)
Isn't it fun fun fun to be number one
(he's a superstar, wunderbar, out of touch too much)
Don't tell me i'm small
An inch too short
I might not be your size but i'm sure great
And definitely underpaid
So give me a job
The one i haven't got
Don't tell me i'm too poor to join the club
To hang out with the big shots
And in the evening when i come home
It is time to give my dog a bone
That's when i wear my shirt that says
In capital letters in capital letters
Isn't it fun fun fun to be number one
(he's got no job, got no blow, got no monica to go to)
Isn't it fun fun fun to be number one
(he's a v.i.p. wannabe, all he ever wants is)
Isn't it fun fun fun to be number one
Isn't it fun fun fun yeah to be number one
(he's a v.i.p. wannabe all he ever wants is)
To be number one
And in the evening when i come home
It is time to throw my dog a bone
That's when i wear my shirt that says
In capital letters in capital letters
Isn't it fun fun fun to be number one
(he's got no job, got no blow got no monica to go to)
Isn't it fun fun fun yeah to be number one
(he's a superstar, wunderbar, out of touch too much)
Isn't it fun fun fun to be number one
Isn't it fun fun fun fun to be number one
To be number one
(fun, fun, fun)

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song performed by Scorpions
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Necesito Amarte

Que pretendes
aduenandote de todo
confundiendo el mundo entero
enganando quien te quiere sin razon

Que pretendes
Si has dejado en cada paso
una huella que envenena
una hoguera que ________ vivir

Porque sientes tanto miedo
si al telefono voy yo
porque me oyes cada rato
cerca de la habitacion

Casi puedo imaginar
tu sonrisa igual que ayer
tus caricias
mi manera de perder

Necesito amarte mas y mas
necesito amarte hasta el final
vuelvo a creer
que no hay razon
para dudar de ti

y necesito amarte mas y mas
necesito amarte hasta el final
mas yo no se que puedo hacer
me acostumbraste a ti

Que pretendes
ocultandome un panuelo
lagrimas que iran al suelo
como todo lo que yo te he dado a ti

Que pretendes
ese perfume de tu cuerpo
tiene aroma de otro cuerpo
si me callo es por temor
por Dios que si

Porque sientes tanto miedo
si al telefono voy yo
porque me oyes cada rato
cerca de la habitacion

No eres tierna como ayer
no eres mas que una mujer
confundida en las caricias

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song performed by Marc Anthony from Desde Un Principio / From The Beginning
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Hero And Leander. The Fifth Sestiad

Now was bright Hero weary of the day,
Thought an Olympiad in Leander's stay.
Sol and the soft-foot Hours hung on his arms,
And would not let him swim, foreseeing his harms:
That day Aurora double grace obtain'd
Of her love Phoebus; she his horses reign'd,
Set on his golden knee, and, as she list,
She pull'd him back; and as she pull'd she kiss'd,
To have him turn to bed: he lov'd her more,
To see the love Leander Hero bore:
Examples profit much; ten times in one,
In persons full of note, good deeds are done.
Day was so long, men walking fell asleep;
The heavy humours that their eyes did steep
Made them fear mischiefs. The hard streets were beds
For covetous churls and for ambitious heads,
That, spite of Nature, would their business ply:
All thought they had the falling epilepsy,
Men grovell'd so upon the smother'd ground;
And pity did the heart of Heaven confound.
The Gods, the Graces, and the Muses came
Down to the Destinies, to stay the frame
Of the true lovers' deaths, and all world's tears:
But Death before had stopp'd their cruel ears.
All the celestials parted mourning then,
Pierc'd with our human miseries more than men:
Ah, nothing doth the world with mischief fill,
But want of feeling one another's ill!
With their descent the day grew something fair,
And cast a brighter robe upon the air.
Hero, to shorten time with merriment,
For young Alcmane and bright Mya sent,
Two lovers that had long crav'd marriage-dues
At Hero's hands: but she did still refuse;
For lovely Mya was her consort vow'd
In her maid state, and therefore not allow'd
To amorous nuptials: yet fair Hero now
Intended to dispense with her cold vow,
Since hers was broken, and to marry her:
The rites would pleasing matter minister
To her conceits, and shorten tedious day.
They came; sweet Music usher'd th' odorous way,
And wanton Air in twenty sweet forms danced
After her fingers; Beauty and Love advanced
Their ensigns in the downless rosy faces
Of youths and maids led after by the Graces.
For all these Hero made a friendly feast,
Welcom'd them kindly, did much love protest,
Winning their hearts with all the means she might.
That, when her fault should chance t' abide the light

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Hero And Leander. The Fourth Sestiad

Now from Leander's place she rose, and found
Her hair and rent robe scatter'd on the ground;
Which taking up, she every piece did lay
Upon an altar, where in youth of day
She us'd t' exhibit private sacrifice:
Those would she offer to the deities
Of her fair goddess and her powerful son,
As relics of her late-felt passion;
And in that holy sort she vow'd to end them,
In hope her violent fancies, that did rend them,
Would as quite fade in her love's holy fire,
As they should in the flames she meant t' inspire.
Then put she on all her religious weeds,
That decked her in her secret sacred deeds;
A crown of icicles, that sun nor fire
Could ever melt, and figur'd chaste desire;
A golden star shined in her naked breast,
In honour of the queen-light of the east.
In her right hand she held a silver wand,
On whose bright top Peristera did stand.
Who was a nymph, but now transformed a dove,
And in her life was dear in Venus' love;
And for her sake she ever since that time
Choosed doves to draw her coach through heaven's blue clime.
Her plenteous hair in curled billows swims
On her bright shoulder: her harmonious limbs
Sustained no more but a most subtile veil,
That hung on them, as it durst not assail
Their different concord; for the weakest air
Could raise it swelling from her beauties fair;
Nor did it cover, but adumbrate only
Her most heart-piercing parts, that a blest eye
Might see, as it did shadow, fearfully,
All that all-love-deserving paradise:
It was as blue as the most freezing skies;
Near the sea's hue, for thence her goddess came:
On it a scarf she wore of wondrous frame;
In midst whereof she wrought a virgin's face,
From whose each cheek a fiery blush did chase
Two crimson flames, that did two ways extend,
Spreading the ample scarf to either end;
Which figur'd the division of her mind,
Whiles yet she rested bashfully inclin'd,
And stood not resolute to wed Leander;
This serv'd her white neck for a purple sphere,
And cast itself at full breadth down her back:
There, since the first breath that begun the wrack
Of her free quiet from Leander's lips,
She wrought a sea, in one flame, full of ships;
But that one ship where all her wealth did pass,

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poem by George Chapman
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The Dream

'TWAS summer eve; the changeful beams still play'd
On the fir-bark and through the beechen shade;
Still with soft crimson glow'd each floating cloud;
Still the stream glitter'd where the willow bow'd;
Still the pale moon sate silent and alone,
Nor yet the stars had rallied round her throne;
Those diamond courtiers, who, while yet the West
Wears the red shield above his dying breast,
Dare not assume the loss they all desire,
Nor pay their homage to the fainter fire,
But wait in trembling till the Sun's fair light
Fading, shall leave them free to welcome Night!

So when some Chief, whose name through realms afar
Was still the watchword of succesful war,
Met by the fatal hour which waits for all,
Is, on the field he rallied, forced to fall,
The conquerors pause to watch his parting breath,
Awed by the terrors of that mighty death;
Nor dare the meed of victory to claim,
Nor lift the standard to a meaner name,
Till every spark of soul hath ebb'd away,
And leaves what was a hero, common clay.

Oh! Twilight! Spirit that dost render birth
To dim enchantments; melting Heaven with Earth,
Leaving on craggy hills and rumning streams
A softness like the atmosphere of dreams;
Thy hour to all is welcome! Faint and sweet
Thy light falls round the peasant's homeward feet,
Who, slow returning from his task of toil,
Sees the low sunset gild the cultured soil,
And, tho' such radliance round him brightly glows,
Marks the small spark his cottage window throws.
Still as his heart forestals his weary pace,
Fondly he dreams of each familiar face,
Recalls the treasures of his narrow life,
His rosy children, and his sunburnt wife,

To whom his coming is the chief event
Of simple days in cheerful labour spent.
The rich man's chariot hath gone whirling past,
And those poor cottagers have only cast
One careless glance on all that show of pride,
Then to their tasks turn'd quietly aside;
But him they wait for, him they welcome home,
Fond sentinels look forth to see him come;
The fagot sent for when the fire grew dim,
The frugal meal prepared, are all for him;
For him the watching of that sturdy boy,

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poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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No Puedo Mas Sin Ti

Puede que te alejes aos luz de mi
Puede que te besen otros labios all,
Pero estoy yo, siempre yo.
Puede que mi cuerpo descanse en paz
Puede que mis ojos no te vean mas
Pero estoy yo, siempre yo.
Y pido al sol y pido al mar
Y pido a los vientos que te traigan ya.
Mi diosa tu, tu esclavo yo
Hasta la eternidad.
Es por tu suspirar,
Es por tu seducir.
Es que yo no puedo mas sin ti
Es por esta pasin que me pone a mil
Es que yo no puede mas sin ti
Puede que te alejes aos luz de mi
Puede que te besen otros labios all,
Pero estoy yo, siempre yo.
Puede que me arranques el crazon
Puede que supongas que lo nuestro acab
pero estoy yo, siempre yo
Y pido al sol obscuridad
Que esconda tu cuerpo a nadie mas
Y pido f y pido paz
Porque no puede mas
Es por tu suspirar,
Es por tu seducir.
Es que yo no puedo mas sin ti
Es por esta pasin que me pone a mil
Es que yo no puede mas sin ti
Es que me haces soar
Es que me haces morir
Es que yo no puede mas sin ti
Es que me haces llores
Es que me haces reir
Es que yo no puede estar sin ti
Y pido al sol y pido al mar
Y pido a los vientos que te traigan ya.
Mi diosa tu, tu esclavo yo
Hasta la eternidad.
Es por tu suspirar,
Es por tu seducir.
Es que yo no puedo mas sin ti
Es por esta pasin que me pone a mil
Es que yo no puede mas sin ti
Es que me haces soar
Es que me haces morir
Es que yo no puede mas sin ti
Es que me haces llorar
Es que me haces reir

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song performed by Enrique Iglesias
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No Puedo Mas Sin Ti (I'm Your Man)

(Duet with Patrick Leonard)
Puede que te alejes anos luz de mi
Puede que te besen otros labios alli,
Pero estoy yo, siempre yo.
Puede que mi cuerpo descanse en paz
Puede que mis ojos no te vean mas
Pero estoy yo, siempre yo.
Y pido al sol y pido al mar
Y pido a los vientos que te traigan ya.
Mi diosa tu, tu esclavo yo
Hasta la eternidad.
Es por tu suspirar,
Es por tu seducir.
Es que yo no puedo mas sin ti
Es por esta pasion que me pone a mil
Es que yo no puede mas sin ti
Puede que te alejes anos luz de mi
Puede que te besen otros labios alli,
Pero estoy yo, siempre yo.
Puede que me arranques el corazon
Puede que supongas que lo nuestro acabo
Pero estoy yo, siempre yo
Y pido al sol obscuridad
Que esconda tu cuerpo a nadie mas
Y pido fe y pido paz
Porque no puede mas
Es por tu suspirar,
Es por tu seducir.
Es que yo no puedo mas sin ti
Es por esta pasion que me pone a mil
Es que yo no puede mas sin ti
Es que me haces sonar
Es que me haces morir
Es que yo no puede mas sin ti
Es que me haces llores
Es que me haces reir
Es que yo no puede estar sin ti
Y pido al sol y pido al mar
Y pido a los vientos que te traigan ya.
Mi diosa tu, tu esclavo yo
Hasta la eternidad.
Es por tu suspirar,
Es por tu seducir.
Es que yo no puedo mas sin ti
Es por esta pasion que me pone a mil
Es que yo no puede mas sin ti
Es que me haces sonar
Es que me haces morir
Es que yo no puede mas sin ti
Es que me haces llorar

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song performed by Enrique Iglesias
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Hero and Leander: The First Sestiad

On Hellespont, guilty of true-love's blood,
In view and opposite two cities stood,
Sea-borderers, disjoined by Neptune's might;
The one Abydos, the other Sestos hight.
At Sestos Hero dwelt; Hero the fair,
Whom young Apollo courted for her hair,
And offered as a dower his burning throne,
Where she should sit for men to gaze upon.
The outside of her garments were of lawn,
The lining purple silk, with gilt stars drawn;
Her wide sleeves green, and bordered with a grove,
Where Venus in her naked glory strove
To please the careless and disdainful eyes
Of proud Adonis, that before her lies.
Her kirtle blue, whereon was many a stain,
Made with the blood of wretched lovers slain.
Upon her head she ware a myrtle wreath,
From whence her veil reached to the ground beneath.
Her veil was artificial flowers and leaves
Whose workmanship both man and beast deceives.
Many would praise the sweet smell as she passed,
When 'twas the odour which her breath forth cast;
And there for honey bees have sought in vain,
And, beat from thence, have lighted there again.
About her neck hung chains of pebblestone,
Which, lightened by her neck, like diamonds shone.
She ware no gloves; for neither sun nor wind
Would burn or parch her hands, but to her mind,
Or warm or cool them, for they took delight
To play upon those hands, they were so white.
Buskins of shells, all silvered used she,
And branched with blushing coral to the knee;
Where sparrows perched of hollow pearl and gold,
Such as the world would wonder to behold.
Those with sweet water oft her handmaid fills,
Which, as she went, would chirrup through the bills.
Some say for her the fairest Cupid pined
And looking in her face was strooken blind.
But this is true: so like was one the other,
As he imagined Hero was his mother.
And oftentimes into her bosom flew,
About her naked neck his bare arms threw,
And laid his childish head upon her breast,
And, with still panting rocked, there took his rest.
So lovely fair was Hero, Venus' nun,
As Nature wept, thinking she was undone,
Because she took more from her than she left,
And of such wondrous beauty her bereft.
Therefore, in sign her treasure suffered wrack,
Since Hero's time hath half the world been black.

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poem by Christopher Marlowe
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