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Infant Sorrow
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Infant Sorrow
by William Blake
My mother groand! my father wept.
Into the dangerous world I leapt:
Helpless, naked, piping loud;
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.
Struggling in my fathers hands:
Striving against my swaddling bands:
Bound and weary I thought best
To sulk upon my mothers breast.
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On Leaving Some Friends at an Early Hour
by John Keats
Give me a golden pen, and let me lean
On heaped-up flowers, in regions clear, and far;
Bring me a tablet whiter than a star,
Or hand of hymning angel, when 'tis seen
The silver strings of heavenly harp atween:
And let there glide by many a pearly car
Pink robes, and wavy hair, and diamond jar,
And half-discovered wings, and glances keen.
The while let music wander round my ears,
And as it reaches each delicious ending,
Let me write down a line of glorious tone,
And full of many wonders of the spheres:
For what a height my spirit is contending!
'Tis not content so soon to be alone.
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Tintern Abbey
06:11
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Tintern Abbey
by William Wordsworth
Five years have past; five summers, with the length
Of five long winters! and again I hear
These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs
With a sweet inland murmur.Once again
Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,
Which on a wild secluded scene impress
Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect
The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
The day is come when I again repose
Here, under this dark sycamore, and view
These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts,
Which, at this season, with their unripe fruits,
Among the woods and copses lose themselves,
Nor, with their green and simple hue, disturb
The wild green landscape. Once again I see
These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines
Of sportive wood run wild; these pastoral farms,
Green to the very door; and wreathes of smoke
Sent up, in silence, from among the trees,
With some uncertain notice, as might seem,
Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods,
Or of some hermit's cave, where by his fire
The hermit sits alone.
Though absent long,
These forms of beauty have not been to me,
As is a landscape to a blind man's eye:
But oft, in lonely rooms, and mid the din
Of towns and cities, I have owed to them,
In hours of weariness, sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart,
And passing even into my purer mind
With tranquil restoration:—feelings too
Of unremembered pleasure; such, perhaps,
As may have had no trivial influence
On that best portion of a good man's life;
His little, nameless, unremembered acts
Of kindness and of love. Nor less, I trust,
To them I may have owed another gift,
Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood [...]
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Our Father
01:42
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Our Father
Our Father, who art in heaven
hallowed be thy Name;
Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us;
and lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil, amen
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Is In You
02:00
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Is in You
by Graham Jane
Is in You, Lord, my joyful days
is in Your hands that I wish to stay
forever grateful in lovable prays
forever grateful in adorable rays
Until the whole world stands through troubles
within Your smile lay down and rest
for being a child in Your heart
to the world do not go too far
Is in You, Lord, my joyful day
is in Your hands that i wish to stay
forever grateful in lovable prays
forever grateful in adorable prays
within Your smile lay down and rest
for being a child in Your heart
to the world do not go too far
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Fancy
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Fancy
by John Keats
Ever let the Fancy roam,
Pleasure never is at home:
At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth,
Like to bubbles when rain pelteth;
Then let wingèd Fancy wander
Through the thought still spread beyond her:
Open wide the mind's cage-door,
She'll dart forth, and cloudward soar.
O sweet Fancy! let her loose;
Summer's joys are spoilt by use,
And the enjoying of the Spring
Fades as does its blossoming;
Autumn's red-lipp'd fruitage too,
Blushing through the mist and dew,
Cloys with tasting: What do then?
Sit thee by the ingle, when
The sear faggot blazes bright,
Spirit of a winter's night;
When the soundless earth is muffled,
And the cakèd snow is shuffled
From the ploughboy's heavy shoon;
When the Night doth meet the Noon
In a dark conspiracy
To banish Even from her sky.
Sit thee there, and send abroad,
With a mind self-overawed,
Fancy, high-commission'd:—send her!
She has vassals to attend her:
She will bring, in spite of frost,
Beauties that the earth hath lost;
She will bring thee, all together,
All delights of summer weather;
All the buds and bells of May,
From dewy sward or thorny spray;
All the heapèd Autumn's wealth,
With a still, mysterious stealth [...]
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Psalm One
02:16
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Psalm One
Happy is the man who does not go in the company of sinners,
or take his place in the way of evil-doers,
or in the seat of those who do not give honour to the Lord.
But whose delight is in the law of the Lord,
and whose mind is on his law day and night.
He will be like a tree planted by the rivers of water,
which gives its fruit at the right time,
whose leaves will ever be green;
and he will do well in all his undertakings.
The evil-doers are not so; but are like the dust from the grain,
which the wind takes away.
For this cause there will be no mercy
for sinners when they are judged,
and the evil-doers will have no place among the upright,
because the Lord sees the way of the upright,
but the end of the sinner is destruction.
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The White Body
02:36
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The White Body (A monologue from Oscar Wilde's Salome)
Thy body is white, like the lilies of the field that the mower hath never mowed. Thy body is white like the snows that lie on the mountains of Judaea, and come down into the valleys. The roses in the gardens of the Queen of Arabia are not so white as thy body. Neither the roses in the garden of the Queen of Arabia, nor the feet of the dawn when they light on the leaves, nor the breast of the moon when she lies on the breast of the sea. There is nothing in this world so white as they body. Let me to touch thy body.
Back the daughter of babylon,
by women became evil into the world
speak not to me, thee
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Hail Mary
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Hail Mary
Hail Mary, full of grace
the Lord is with thee
you blessed with the woman
blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus
Holy Mary mother of God
pray for us children
by this time and death
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Psalm One Hundred
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Psalm One Hundred
Make a glad sound to the Lord, all the earth.
Give worship to the Lord with joy; come before him with a song.
Be certain that the Lord is God; it is he who has made us, and we are his;
we are his people, and the sheep to whom he gives food.
Come into his doors with joy, and into his house with praise;
give him honor, blessing his name.
(And when you talk about Him in a convinced way
You've got to be sure, that you go against all.
But only speak to people who do not believe
Do not retrieve their self, their love, their only wishing
Here I' ve been touched by a presence and we're here)
For the Lord is good, and his mercy is never-ending;
his faith is unchanging through all generations.
Come into his doors with joy, and into his house with praise;
give him honor, blessing his name!
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On the morning of Christ's Nativity
by John Milton
It was the winter wild,
While the heaven-born child
All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies;
Nature, in awe to him,
Had doffed her gaudy trim,
With her great Master so to sympathize:
it was no season then for her
To wanton with the Sun, her lusty Paramour.
Only with speeches fair
She woos the gentle air
To hide her guilty front with innocent snow,
And on her naked shame,
Pollute with sinful blame,
The saintly veil of maiden white to throw;
Confounded, that her Maker’s eyes
Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
But he, her fears to cease,
Sent down the meek-eyed Peace:
She, crowned with olive green, came softly sliding
Down through the turning sphere,
His ready Harbinger,
With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing;
And, waving wide her myrtle wand,
She strikes a universal peace through sea and land.
No war, or battail’s sound,
Was heard the world around;
The idle spear and shield were high uphung;
The hookèd chariot stood,
Unstained with hostile blood;
The trumpet spake not to the armèd throng;
And Kings sat still with awful eye,
As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
But peaceful was the night
Wherein the Prince of Light
His reign of peace upon the earth began.
The winds, with wonder whist,
Smoothly the waters kissed,
Whispering new joys to the mild Ocean,
Who now hath quite forgot to rave,
While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave.
The stars, with deep amaze,
Stand fixed in steadfast gaze,
Bending one way their precious influence,
And will not take their flight,
For all the morning light,
Or Lucifer that often warned them thence;
But in their glimmering orbs did glow,
Until their Lord himself bespake, and bid them go.
And, though the shady gloom
Had given day her room,
The Sun himself withheld his wonted speed,
And hid his head of shame,
As his inferior flame
The new-enlightened world no more should need:
He saw a greater Sun appear
Than his bright Throne or burning axletree could bear.
The Shepherds on the lawn,
Or ere the point of dawn,
Sat simply chatting in a rustic row [...]
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Free me from the chains of Satan
Jesus, I' m lost
I' m confused and feel like a prisoner
caught in a web I cannot excape from
I trust in you, Jesus, to come to my aim
Free me from the chains of satan and his demons
Help me for I am lost and need your love
to give me the strenght
to believe in you and trust in you
so that I can be safe from this evil
and be shown the light
so I can find peace,
love and happiness at last, amen
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Graham Jane (ideas and sessions) Genoa, Italy
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