Quotes about exaltation, page 4
Indiana
Our Land-- our Home-- the common home indeed
Of soil-born children and adopted ones--
The stately daughters and the stalwart sons
Of Industry--: All greeting and godspeed!
O home to proudly live for, and if need
Be proudly die for, with the roar of guns
Blent with our latest prayer--. So died men once...
Lo Peace...! As we look on the land They freed--
Its harvests all in ocean-over flow
Poured round autumnal coasts in billowy gold--
Its corn and wine and balmed fruits and flow'rs--,
We know the exaltation that they know
Who now, steadfast inheritors, behold
The Land Elysian, marvelling 'This is ours?'
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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A Horse To Outrun
A horse is sent to outrun the rollers with wheels,
A pin and needle can be a horse, but they are animals.
Stones are thrown on the bleeding wounds,
Heaven shines its odours on them to bind.
The wheels spin, to collect a dust of ruined historical measures,
Wheels indeed spin around to outrun the steed,
To make it abandon, but the battle is never-ending.
Eat the green goose, for it is cherished for its taste,
After the race is won by the rollers with wheels.
If the horse triumphs then exaltation is not possible,
Wheels are to oppress the horse or steed
To make it bleed and to crush its very head and neck.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Ch 02 The Morals Of Dervishes Story 16
A pious man saw in a dream a padshah in paradise and a devotee in hell whereon he asked for the reason of the former’s exaltation and the latter’s degradation, saying that he had imagined the contrary ought to be the case. He received the following answer: ‘The padshah had, for the love he bore to dervishes, been rewarded with paradise and the devotee had, for associating with padshahs, been punished in hell.’
Of what use is thy frock, rosary and patched dress?
Keep thyself free from despicable practices.
Then thou wilt have no need of a cap of leaves.
Have the qualities of a dervish and wear a Tatar cap
Taj Mahal
A supreme dome, luminescent
Amidst falling moonbeams
Sprinkled from the heavenly face
Of a spherical heiress to the throne
Of the celestial citadel, god's adobe
Her perfection only vanquished by the flare and wonder
Of marble's doming incandescence
Majestically holding her poise, yet pirouetting her splendor
A fortress entwined in the fabric of a perpetual love
Transcending time's legacy of an erosive suit
To resist nature's hemorrhagic peel, mother patience's invasive exploit
To bestow on the beholder, the life-blood of a timeless love
Undefiled from doubt or envy yet trapped in the labyrinths of mortality
For man to soar in the exaltation of a pristine love
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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Educating Ignorance
Educating ignorance
is a full on
lifetime task.
A joyous
not grave
responsibility
to raise
to expand the consciousness
of an entire world.
To perpetuate
human survival
on a higher
cosmic level
attaining joyous existence
sustainability.
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poem by Terence George Craddock
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Because Of You
As I gaze adoringly into your eyes, my heart, melodious with jubilation:
I hold your hand, witness your grace-and it leaps with exaltation!
Forever in your debt for the gift you did bequeath,
Ne'er wane in your belief of such, I do beseech!
Your emenence ever growing, with the passing of days,
Though your beauty and charm, all the while-ever stays!
Each day spent, more alluring than was the last-
Until next I behold your visage, I keep memories fast!
Separated are we now by many miles-
Though responsible are you for each of my smiles!
Look forward do I, to days spent together:
When there begins our forever!
Days ever more replete with love so true-
My heart doth swell...because of you!
Maurice Harris,13 October 2008
poem by Maurice Harris
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Always And Ever
Your heart, aflutter- you are bereft of words,
Not prime for what this exaltation affords;
You fancy its source in all you do and see,
You ideate all you and your paramour shall be!
Thoughts of your consort come before all reality,
Not to matter, at times, this sobering causality!
Your mind causes wander, to places most mirific,
Obligation owed to the one most beauteously terrific!
Away you are taken to thoughts, most glorious,
Always anticipatory, an awe-inspiring anxious;
Though no amount of time serves to e'er suffice,
You discount your heart's previously held advice-
Naught to keep you from what your heart is seeking,
Always and ever to listen, when to you, it is speaking!
Maurice Harris,23 October 2009
poem by Maurice Harris
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Suddenly
Suddenly, I have eyes that now may see;
That which I never fathomed before, now may be;
Suddenly, I have ears that now may hear,
Which call me toward you, without any form of fear;
Suddenly, I have a heart, no longer coffered-
That longs for the love, you long ago offered.
Suddenly, I have a soul that needs for its mate,
Which embraces the exaltation she does create.
Suddenly, my mind is unafeared, and in accord;
Any further resisitance is something I cannot afford;
Suddenly, mere sight of your visage takes my breath away-
Thought of a life lived with your grace keeps death away!
Suddenly, I am a humble appreciant, and in awe
Of the love I feel in my heart, which has not, a flaw!
-Maurice Harris,15 August 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
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Aconital Domain
Domain of a free man, the stars
remains of still deserted bars
from his imprisonment, he flies
an exaltation of soul, to skies.
a self made nomad to engrave
on his intellect, his astral wave
go forth four years, to Centauri,
nomad solitude a bluish worry..
Domain of a quill gun, a gild
Persephone's call, a rose field
Aconital expiation, another seven
reasons to immigrate to heaven.
Evocative omen and Demesne
facing of reality to forbearance,
fiddle above chaos in air fixed
a vow of my solitude and mist.
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poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Hymn 142
The humiliation and exaltation of Christ.
Isa. 53:6-9,12.
Like sheep we went astray,
And broke the fold of God,
Each wand'ring in a diff'rent way,
But all the downward road.
How dreadful was the hour
When God our wand'rings laid,
And did at once his vengeance pour,
Upon the Shepherd's head!
How glorious was the grace
When Christ sustained the stroke
His life and blood the Shepherd pays
A ransom for the flock.
His honor and his breath
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poem by Isaac Watts
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