Varathron - To Thou Who Contemn The Light taken from the "Darkness Has Landed"[2009] split with Desolation

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Lyrics: Where night's black bird (her sad) infamy sings. Hark you shadows that in darkness dwell, Hark you shadows that in darkness dwell, Exiled for ever, let me mourn Where night's black bird (her sad) infamy sings. Down vain lights, shine you no more, Learn to contemn (lights). Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings, There let me live forlorn, never may my woes be relieved. Hark you shadows that in darkness dwell, Hark you shadows that in darkness dwell Exiled for ever, let me mourn Where night's black bird (her sad) infamy sings. Down vain lights, shine you no more, Down vain lights, shine you no more, Learn to contemn (lights). There let me live in shadows that in darkness dwell. Hark you shadows that in darkness dwell, Hark you shadows that in darkness dwell, Exiled for ever, let me mourn Where night's black bird (her sad) infamy sings. Hark you shadows that in darkness dwell, Hark you shadows that in darkness dwell.

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Here Lies One Whose Name Was Written In Water (2000) track 12 Hark you shadows that in darkness dwell, Hark you shadows that in darkness dwell, Exiled for ever, let me mourn, Where night's black bird (her sad) infamy sings. Down vain lights, shine you no more, Down vain lights, shine you no more, Learn to contemn (lights). Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings, There let me live forlorn, never may my woes be relieved. Hark you shadows that in darkness dwell, Hark you shadows that in darkness dwell, Exiled for ever, let me mourn, Where night's black bird (her sad) infamy sings. Down vain lights, shine you no more, Down vain lights, shine you no more, Learn to contemn (lights). There let me live in shadows that in darkness dwell. Hark you shadows that in darkness dwell, Hark you shadows that in darkness dwell. (*Lyrics from John Dowland's (1563-1626) "Flow my tears")

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ENGLISH TRANSLATION Goran Bregovic Lyrics Kane kouragio Anna, fight with time My Anna, with the different habits the different moves You had very good manners It was obvious that you were coming from another world But you were doing everything you could in order not to show it You didn't contemn poorness but it didn't attract you as well Everything in you was different Your room with the rare objects the letters, the gifts You bet that you had a better taste than mine! You were coming to find me My bed, your breast... Anna, little dirty lady And outside (down) the windows, a wet road the sound of the train, the nightfall And my room, Anna hanged in the air like an orange Kane kouragio Anna Who knows where you are now who knows how you are doing Who knows where you are now. How you can do without having what you love and without loving what you have... You know Anna, for the two of us, it was written (in the destiny) to meet What could others know? How could they know? My coetaneous, little lover Do you remember? Millions of moments moments that become fewer and fewer as some foray them in front of our eyes, every day Hopelessly (!) I fight to keep them, hopelessly (! again) they trickle slow and they go towards the big sea So many years have passed I don't wear my student jacket anymore and I can hardly get used to this well needled costume I don't contemn money but it doesn't attract me so much Agnus Dei, Yesterday Tonight I will visit your first dream Don't get old Anna <b>...</b>

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28th January, 2012 Lyrics: Screams breaking through the walls Leading us on our curse Among the colours of the flag The endless skies are turning black Every step of life turns into pain Knowing that all life dies in vain For all the plaguers in this world No path will lead out of the earth With the slaughter comes the war Paying back all blood beyond those doors With the fire comes the storm Collapsing your cities to the corm We are bleeding but survive From the blackened descends we will rise We`ll crush down the bricks of all your life When we break the threads out of your eyes You can no longer deny Those exhibitions that you hide You'll start to contemn and defy The evil beast that lurks inside Goblet of poison water Beauty of heaven's daughter With her the rain is coming Inside the pain is crawling We are bleeding but survive From the blackened descends we will rise We`ll crush down the bricks of all your life When we break the threads out of your eyes You can no longer deny Those exhibitions that you hide You'll start to contemn and defy The evil beast that lurks inside With the slaughter comes the war Paying back all blood beyond those doors With the fire comes the storm Collapsing your cities to the corm

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They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.* At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them. LEST WE FORGET * this is NOT a spelling mistake. I am quoting the original passage as it appeared. Music By: www.ceremonialbugle.com Used with Permission NOTE Inappropriate or Disrespectful comments on this video will NOT be tolerated.

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RIP Johan Palmlöv and Gunnar Andersson. For The Fallen. They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.

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Text: Flow, my tears, fall from your springs! Exiled for ever, let me mourn; Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings, There let me live forlorn. Down vain lights, shine you no more! No nights are dark enough for those That in despair their lost fortunes deplore. Light doth but shame disclose. Never may my woes be relieved, Since pity is fled; And tears and sighs and groans my weary days Of all joys have deprived. From the highest spire of contentment My fortune is thrown; And fear and grief and pain for my deserts Are my hopes, since hope is gone. Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell, Learn to contemn light Happy, happy they that in hell Feel not the world's despite. ************************************************** Secular vocal music finds a place, above all, in the madrigal. Developing from earlier Italian vocal forms, the madrigal provided an element of popular entertainment in part-songs, music apt for viols or voices, in which a vocal line might be replaced by an instrument, according largely, to the taste and fancy of the performers. The Italian tradition found particular expression in the England of Queen Elizabeth and her immediate successor, with composers that include Byrd. Closely associated with the madrigal is the solo lute-song, a song with lute accompaniment, of which the famous lutenist John Dowland was a noted exponent. One song, in particular, enjoyed the widest popularity. This was the melancholy "Flow my tears", an embodiment of a humour <b>...</b>

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This is a totally amazing discussion about the history of incorporation, corporations and incorporating. Cunneda explained that this system started back around 200 BC with the Romans. And the roman empire spread this concept and system throughout the western civilization. cunneda.podomatic.com cunneda.podomatic.com Incorporation: A Living Death ~ by Cunneda AND Cunneda's Poem: The haughty and supercilious, Contemn and tread All in their sight. Deriding the saint -- Despoiling the innocent: They spew forth muted wisdom, And an echo of truth, While casting utterly away The Holy and the Self-Existent; As the wanderer -- Arriving at his night quarters -- Contumaciously throws aside The torch which had guided His uncertain steps Through the darkness. Making a god of their own hand; Empowering a sterile seed; Bestowing only corruption and subversion On all save the anointed.

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John Dowland "Flow my tears" London, 1600 Aldo Bova, descant recorder Trond Bengtson, lute Flow, my tears, fall from your springs! Exiled for ever, let me mourn; Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings, There let me live forlorn. Down vain lights, shine you no more! No nights are dark enough for those That in despair their lost fortunes deplore. Light doth but shame disclose. Never may my woes be relieved, Since pity is fled; And tears and sighs and groans my weary days Of all joys have deprived. From the highest spire of contentment My fortune is thrown; And fear and grief and pain for my deserts Are my hopes, since hope is gone. Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell, Learn to contemn light Happy, happy they that in hell Feel not the world's despite. Giovanni Bellini, PietĂ  (1472)

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If my complaints could passions move, Or make Love see wherein I suffer wrong: My passions were enough to prove, That my despairs had govern'd me too long. O Love, I live and die in thee, Thy grief in my deep sighs still speaks: Thy wounds do freshly bleed in me, My heart for thy unkindness breaks: Yet thou dost hope when I despair, And when I hope, thou mak'st me hope in vain. Thou say'st thou canst my harms repair, Yet for redress, thou let'st me still complain. Can Love be rich, and yet I want? Is Love my judge, and yet I am condemn'd? Thou plenty hast, yet me dost scant: Thou made a God, and yet thy power contemn'd. That I do live, it is thy power: That I desire it is thy worth: If Love doth make men's lives too sour, Let me not love, nor live henceforth. Die shall my hopes, but not my faith, That you that of my fall may hearers be May here despair, which truly saith, I was more true to Love than Love to me

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This video is the Official 2 Minute Silence video supporting The Fallen in The Great War and conflicts beyond. Backed by the Royal British Legion - We Will Remember! For The Fallen With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit, Fallen in the cause of the free. Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres, There is music in the midst of desolation And a glory that shines upon our tears. They went with songs to the battle, they were young, Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow. They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted; They fell with their faces to the foe. "They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them." They mingle not with their laughing comrades again; They sit no more at familiar tables of home; They have no lot in our labour of the day-time; They sleep beyond England's foam. But where our desires are and our hopes profound, Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight, To the innermost heart of their own land they are known As the stars are known to the Night; As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust, Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain; As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness, To the end, to the end, they remain.

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Tribute to everyone in the armed forces. All footage is real. Hymn is "I Vow to Thee My Country" They shall grow not old as we that are left grow old, Age Shall not weary them, not the years contemn, At the going down of the sun, and in the morning We will remember them. I claim no ownership of footage or audio. Background footage of poppies belongs to Bullmanco www.youtube.com

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This is the version with voice, wonderfully sung by Katrhine Brandt soprano. Dowland: If my complaints could passions move, from First Booke of Songes or Ayres, 1597. MP3: www.mediafire.com score: icking-music-archive.org ernst stolz viols If my complaints could passions move, Or make Love see wherein I suffer wrong: My passions were enough to prove, That my despairs had govern'd me too long. O Love, I live and die in thee, Thy grief in my deep sighs still speaks: Thy wounds do freshly bleed in me, My heart for thy unkindness breaks: Yet thou dost hope when I despair, And when I hope, thou mak'st me hope in vain. Thou say'st thou canst my harms repair, Yet for redress, thou let'st me still complain. Can Love be rich, and yet I want? Is Love my judge, and yet I am condemn'd? Thou plenty hast, yet me dost scant: Thou made a God, and yet thy power contemn'd. That I do live, it is thy power: That I desire it is thy worth: If Love doth make men's lives too sour, Let me not love, nor live henceforth. Die shall my hopes, but not my faith, That you that of my fall may hearers be May here despair, which truly saith, I was more true to Love than Love to me

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Les voix humaines, Andreas Martin & Daniel Taylor - "Tears of the Muse - John Dowland" Time stands still with gazing on her face. Stand still and gaze, for minutes, hours and years to her give place: All other things shall change, but she remains the same, Till heavens changed have their course and Time hath lost his name. Cupid doth hover up and down blinded with her fair eyes, And Fortune, captive at her feet, contemn'd and conquer'd lies. When Fortune, Love and Time attend on her With my fortunes, love and time I honour will alone. If bloodless Envy say, Duty hath no desert, Duty replies that Envy knows herself his faithful heart, My settled vows and spotless faith no fortune can remove Courage shall show my inward faith, and faith shall try my love. ---------------------------- Le temps s'arrĂȘte, le regard posĂ© sur son visage Reste immobile et fixe pendant des minutes, des heures et des annĂ©es: Tout change mais elle reste la mĂȘme Le ciel change son cours et le Temps perd son nom La flĂšche de Cupidon plane, aveuglĂ©e par ses yeux doux Et la DestinĂ©e, condamnĂ©e et conquise, repose Ă  ses pieds. Lorsque la DestinĂ©e, l'Amour et le Temps l'effleurent Avec mon destin, mon amour et mon temps, je l'honore. Si l'Envie dĂ©sincarnĂ©e dit, le Devoir n'a pas de terrain Le Devoir rĂ©pond que l'Envie connaÎt son coeur fidĂšle, Mes voeux et ma fidĂ©litĂ© sans faille ne peuvent ĂȘtre altĂ©rĂ©s, Le Courage doit montrer ma fidĂ©litĂ© profonde et ma fidĂ©litĂ© doit mettre mon amour Ă  l'Ă©preuve. Les <b>...</b>

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John Dowland (1583 - 1626) If my complaints transcribed for guitar by Andres Segovia. If my complaints could passions move, Or make Love see wherein I suffer wrong: My passions were enough to prove, That my despairs had govern'd me too long. O Love, I live and die in thee, Thy grief in my deep sighs still speaks: Thy wounds do freshly bleed in me, My heart for thy unkindness breaks: Yet thou dost hopeï»ż when I despair, And when I hope, thou mak'st me hope in vain. Thou say'st thou canst my harms repair, Yet for redress, thou let'st me still complain. Can Love be rich, and yet I want? Is Love my judge, and yet I am condemn'd? Thou plenty hast, yet me dost scant: Thou made a God, and yet thy power contemn'd. That I do live, it is thy power: That I desire it is thy worth: If Love doth make men's lives too sour, Let me not love, nor live henceforth. Die shall my hopes, but not my faith, That you that of my fall may hearers be May here despair, which truly saith, I was more true to Love than Love toï»ż me

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This is Coldstream Tactica with an attack plan for the Company of Heroes map The Scheldt as performed by Coldstream's Kyano. Tongue in cheek style a British humour included. NOTE: Before anyone comments on the poem at the end the line "nor the years contemn" is correct, the original print of the Ode to Remembrance in The Times held this word and it means 'despise', while Condemn certainly does make sense in the context I thought it better to use the original.

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Mark Blatchly's choral setting of "For the Fallen," Laurence Binyon's 1914 war poem. The poem is customarily read at Remembrance Day memorials and is performed by the treble voices of St Paul's Cathedral Choir, London. [ Text of the Poem: ] With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit, Fallen in the cause of the free. Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres, There is music in the midst of desolation And a glory that shines upon our tears. They went with songs to the battle, they were young, Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow. They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted; They fell with their faces to the foe. They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them. They mingle not with their laughing comrades again; They sit no more at familiar tables of home; They have no lot in our labour of the day-time; They sleep beyond England's foam. But where our desires are and our hopes profound, Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight, To the innermost heart of their own land they are known As the stars are known to the Night; As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust, Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain; As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness, To the end <b>...</b>

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IEPER - Last Post Elke avond kan je onder de Menen Poort in Ieper terecht voor de Last Post, een blijvende herinnering aan de soldaten die sneuvelden in Vlaanderen. De Last Post , sinds 1928 Iepers dagelijkse hommage aan de gesneuvelden van de Eerste Wereldoorlog. Al die tijd wist de Last Post Association de ceremonie in ere te houden. They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old. Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning. We will remember them. Realisation: www.videobigdigit.be - www.tvlokaal.be Order DVD 26 Min at info@tvlokaal.be More info: www.lastpost.be

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For The Fallen With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit, Fallen in the cause of the free. Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres, There is music in the midst of desolation And a glory that shines upon our tears. They went with songs to the battle, they were young, Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow. They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted; They fell with their faces to the foe. They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them. They mingle not with their laughing comrades again; They sit no more at familiar tables of home; They have no lot in our labour of the day-time; They sleep beyond England's foam. But where our desires are and our hopes profound, Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight, To the innermost heart of their own land they are known As the stars are known to the Night; As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust, Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain; As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness, To the end, to the end, they remain. Laurence Binyon

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Love Bade Me Welcome - Songs and Poetry from the Renaissance. The Theatre of Early Music, dir. Daniel Taylor. James Bowman, counter-tenor. John Dowland - Flow, my tears From 'The Second Booke of Songes and Ayres " 1600; text: Anon. Flow, my tears, fall from your springs! Exiled for ever, let me mourn; Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings, There let me live forlorn. Down vain lights, shine you no more! No nights are dark enough for those That in despair their lost fortunes deplore. Light doth but shame disclose. Never may my woes be relieved, Since pity is fled; And tears and sighs and groans my weary days Of all joys have deprived. From the highest spire of contentment My fortune is thrown; And fear and grief and pain for my deserts Are my hopes, since hope is gone. Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell, Learn to contemn light Happy, happy they that in hell Feel not the world's despite. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Daniel Taylor, counter-tenor; James Bowman, counter-tenor: Ralph Fiennes, recitation; Elisabeth Kenny, lute; Frances Kelly, harp; Mark Levy, gamba.

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The Last Post. They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, We will remember them.

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Sorry about the Camera, the wind in the Mic and Sound :[ anyway the poem the man is saying during the video is an extract from the "we will remember them" poem. *PLEASE SUBSCRIBE* "With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit, Fallen in the cause of the free. Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres, There is music in the midst of desolation And a glory that shines upon our tears. They went with songs to the battle, they were young, Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow. They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted; They fell with their faces to the foe. They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them. They mingle not with their laughing comrades again; They sit no more at familiar tables of home; They have no lot in our labour of the day-time; They sleep beyond England's foam. But where our desires are and our hopes profound, Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight, To the innermost heart of their own land they are known As the stars are known to the Night; As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust, Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain; As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness, To the end, to the end, they remain"

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Fiona Campbell sings Dowland's "Flow my tears" with Richard Tognetti and the Australian Chamber Orchestra. An arrangement by David Bruce Flow, my tears, fall from your springs! Exiled for ever, let me mourn; Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings, There let me live forlorn. Down vain lights, shine you no more! No nights are dark enough for those That in despair their lost fortunes deplore. Light doth but shame disclose. Never may my woes be relieved, Since pity is fled; And tears and sighs and groans my weary days Of all joys have deprived. From the highest spire of contentment My fortune is thrown; And fear and grief and pain for my deserts Are my hopes, since hope is gone. Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell, Learn to contemn light Happy, happy they that in hell Feel not the world's despite. www.fionacampbell.com.au

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This is the opening act for Festival Seni Uniten 2011.. Is mixture of contemn dance and Malaysia tradisional dance (zapin) and a little of Arabic at the begining.. Well.. basically is mixture of everything. =) Picture of FSU : www.facebook.com Hope you guys enjoy watching it.. =)

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IEPER - 25.000ste Last Post Elke avond kan je onder de Menen Poort in Ieper terecht voor de Last Post, een blijvende herinnering aan de soldaten die sneuvelden in Vlaanderen. Onder de Menenpoort weergalmt op 31 oktober voor de 25.000ste keer de Last Post , sinds 1928 Iepers dagelijkse hommage aan de gesneuvelden van de Eerste Wereldoorlog. Al die tijd wist de Last Post Association de ceremonie in ere te houden. Dat wordt uitgebreid gevierd in aanwezigheid van de gemaal van de Britse vorstin, prins Philip, en prinses Astrid van onze koninklijke familie. They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old. Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning. We will remember them. More info: www.lastpost.be Realisation: videobigdigit.be - tvlokaal.be Order DVD 28 Min at info@tvlokaal.be

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George Gordon Lord Byron - To Augusta - Read by Kristin Hughes To Augusta by George Gordon Lord Byron (1788-1824) Though the day of my destiny's over, And the star of my fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find; Though thy soul with my grief was acquainted, It shrunk not to share it with me, And the love which my spirit hath painted It never hath found but in thee. Then when nature around me is smiling, The last smile which answers to mine, I do not believe it beguiling, Because it reminds me of thine; And when winds are at war with the ocean. As the breasts I believed in with me, If their billows excite an emotion, It is that they bear me from thee. Though the rock of my last hope is shiver'd, And its fragments are sunk in the wave, Though I feel that my soul is deliver'd To pain - it shall not be its slave. There is many a pang to pursue me: They may crush, but they shall not contemn; They may torture, but shall not subdue me 'Tis of thee that I think - not of them. Though human, thou didst not deceive me, Though woman, thou didst not forsake, Though loved, thou forborest to grieve me, Though slander'd, thou never couldst shake; Though trusted, thou didst not disclaim me, Though parted, it was not to fly, Though watchful, 'twas not to defame me, Nor, mute, that the world might belie. Yet I blame not the world, nor despise it, Nor the war of the many with one; If my soul was not fitted to prize it, 'Twas folly not sooner <b>...</b>

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Why is God love, Jack? by Allen Ginsberg Because I lay my head on pillows Because I weep in the tombed studio Because my heart sinks below my navel Because I have an old airy belly Filled with soft sighing, and Remembered breast sobs Or A hands touch makes tender Because I get scared Because I raise my voice singing to my beloved self Because I do love thee My darling, my other, my living bride My friend, my old lord of soft tenders eyes Because I am in the power of life & can do no more than submit to the feeling that I am the one Lost Seeking still seeking the thrill the delicious bliss in the heart of the abdomen loins & thighs Not refusing this 38 yr. 145 lb. head arms & feet of meat Nor one single Whitmanic toenail contemn Nor hair prophetic banish To remorseless hell Because wrapped with machinery I confess my ashamed desire.

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Flow, my tears Flow, my tears, fall from your springs! Exiled for ever, let me mourn; Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings, There let me live forlorn. Down vain lights, shine you no more! No nights are dark enough for those That in despair their lost fortunes deplore. Light doth but shame disclose. Never may my woes be relieved, Since pity is fled; And tears and sighs and groans my weary days Of all joys have deprived. From the highest spire of contentment My fortune is thrown; And fear and grief and pain for my deserts Are my hopes, since hope is gone. Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell, Learn to contemn light Happy, happy they that in hell Feel not the world's despite. Emma Kirkby, soprano Anthony Rooley, lute

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"Flow my tears" is a lute song by the lutenist and composer John Dowland (1563-1626), first published in "The Second Booke of Songs or Ayres" in 1600. This video is recorded at the Konzertsaal of the Staatliche Hochschule fĂŒr Musik und Darstellende Kunst in Stuttgart in May 2011. Sung and played by Roger Gehrig. Lyrics: Flow, my tears, fall from your springs! Exiled for ever, let me mourn; Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings, There let me live forlorn. Down vain lights, shine you no more! No nights are dark enough for those That in despair their lost fortunes deplore. Light doth but shame disclose. Never may my woes be relieved, Since pity is fled; And tears and sighs and groans my weary days Of all joys have deprived. From the highest spire of contentment My fortune is thrown; And fear and grief and pain for my deserts Are my hopes, since hope is gone. Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell, Learn to contemn light Happy, happy they that in hell Feel not the world's despite.

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Her var sÄ et kill pÄ den fÞrste boss vi nuppede pÄ heroic i Dragon Soul 10-man... Dog ikke vores fÞrste kill pÄ ham! Dette er set fra Morchok-gruppens perspektiv. I denne kamp er halvdelen af raidet udenfor skÊrmen en stor del af kampen, da de er igang med klonen Kohcrom. Overlappende tale skyldes Skype + TS. Min stemme er ikke optaget i dette klip, dette skyldes en mindre fejl i opsÊtningen af Fraps.

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George Gordon Lord Byron - Stanzas To Augusta - From the film Byron - Starring Jonny Lee Miller (as Lord Byron), Vanessa Redgrave (as Lady Melbourne) and Natasha Little (as Augusta Leigh) - BBC 2003. Though the day of my destiny's over, And the star of my fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find. Though thy soul with my grief was acquainted, It shrunk not to share it with me, And the love which my spirit hath painted It never hath found but in thee. ..... In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee. --------------- Stanzas To Augusta by George Gordon Lord Byron (1788-1824) I. Though the day of my destiny's over, And the star of my fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find; Though thy soul with my grief was acquainted, It shrunk not to share it with me, And the love which my spirit hath painted It never hath found but in thee. II. Then when nature around me is smiling, The last smile which answers to mine, I do not believe it beguiling, Because it reminds me of thine; And when winds are at war with the ocean. As the breasts I believed in with me, If their billows excite an emotion, It is that they bear me from thee. III. Though the rock of my last hope is shiver'd, And its fragments are sunk in the wave, Though I feel that my soul is deliver'd To pain - it shall not be <b>...</b>

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