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Shki'a

YOM SHEL 'AMAL SHOKE'A EL SOF HAYAM
RACHOK NASHEK HUA ET HAYAM NIR DAM
AZ MIN HADEREKH SHEV LO SHAV HA'ADAM
'AYEF KOL KACH V'HUA HULEM SHQI'AH
IL SH'KAV BEMETEK SFATAYIM
EL TOCH HA'ARBAYIM
LISHKAV 'AL GAV
LISHKAV LACHLOM ZUG 'EYNAYIM
LISHTOCH EL HALAYL
LISHKAV 'AL GAV
VELO LACHUSH MASA'
MOL DIM DUMIM HABEKHI 'OD NEFATEH
LEVAD LEVAD RACHOK MIN HA'OROT
KOL HATZ LALIM YORDIM ZEH 'AL ZEH
V'SHNEYNU MECHAFSHIM ET HASIVOT
IL SH'KAV BEMETEK SFATAYIM
EL TOCH HA'ARBAYIM
LISHKAV 'AL GAV
LISHKAV LACHLOM ZUG 'EYNAYIM
LISHTOCH EL HALAYL
LISHKAV 'AL GAV
VELO LACHUSH MASA'

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The Tale of Gamelyn

Fitt 1

Lithes and listneth and harkeneth aright,
And ye shul here of a doughty knyght;
Sire John of Boundes was his name,
He coude of norture and of mochel game.
Thre sones the knyght had and with his body he wan,
The eldest was a moche schrewe and sone bygan.
His brether loved wel her fader and of hym were agast,
The eldest deserved his faders curs and had it atte last.
The good knight his fadere lyved so yore,
That deth was comen hym to and handled hym ful sore.
The good knyght cared sore sik ther he lay,
How his children shuld lyven after his day.
He had bene wide where but non husbonde he was,
Al the londe that he had it was purchas.
Fayn he wold it were dressed amonge hem alle,
That eche of hem had his parte as it myght falle.
Thoo sente he in to contrey after wise knyghtes
To helpen delen his londes and dressen hem to-rightes.
He sent hem word by letters thei shul hie blyve,
If thei wolle speke with hym whilst he was alyve.

Whan the knyghtes harden sik that he lay,
Had thei no rest neither nyght ne day,
Til thei come to hym ther he lay stille
On his dethes bedde to abide goddys wille.
Than seide the good knyght seke ther he lay,
'Lordes, I you warne for soth, without nay,
I may no lenger lyven here in this stounde;
For thorgh goddis wille deth droueth me to grounde.'
Ther nas noon of hem alle that herd hym aright,
That thei ne had routh of that ilk knyght,
And seide, 'Sir, for goddes love dismay you nought;
God may don boote of bale that is now ywrought.'
Than speke the good knyght sik ther he lay,
'Boote of bale God may sende I wote it is no nay;
But I beseche you knyghtes for the love of me,
Goth and dresseth my londes amonge my sones thre.
And for the love of God deleth not amyss,
And forgeteth not Gamelyne my yonge sone that is.
Taketh hede to that oon as wel as to that other;
Seelde ye seen eny hier helpen his brother.'

Thoo lete thei the knyght lyen that was not in hele,
And wenten into counselle his londes for to dele;
For to delen hem alle to on that was her thought.
And for Gamelyn was yongest he shuld have nought.
All the londe that ther was thei dalten it in two,
And lete Gamelyne the yonge without londe goo,

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Adam: A Sacred Drama. Act 3.

SCENE I.-- Adam and Eve.

Oh, my beloved companion!
Oh thou of my existence,
The very heart and soul!
Hast thou, with such excess of tender haste,
With ceaseless pilgrimage,
To find again thy Adam,
Thus solitary wandered?
Behold him! Speak! what are thy gentle orders?
Why dost thou pause? what ask of God? what dost thou?

Eve. Adam, my best beloved!
My guardian and my guide!
Thou source of all my comfort, all my joy!
Thee, thee alone I wish,
And in these pleasing shades
Thee only have I sought.

Adam. Since thou hast called thy Adam,
(Most beautiful companion),
The source and happy fountain of thy joy;
Eve, if to walk with me
It now may please thee, I will show thee love,
A sight thou hast not seen;
A sight so lovely, that in wonder thou
Wilt arch thy graceful brow.
Look thou, my gentle bride, towards that path,
Of this so intricate and verdant grove,
Where sit the birds embowered;
Just there, where now, with soft and snowy plumes,
Two social doves have spread their wings for flight,
Just there, thou shalt behold, (oh pleasing wonder),
Springing amid the flowers,
A living stream, that with a winding course
Flies rapidly away;
And as it flies, allures
And tempts you to exclaim, sweet river, stay!
Hence eager in pursuit
You follow, and the stream, as it it had
Desire to sport with you,
Through many a florid, many a grassy way,
Well known to him, in soft concealment flies:
But when at length he hears,
You are afflicted to have lost his sight,
He rears his watery locks, and seems to say,
Gay with a gurgling smile,
'Follow! ah, follow still my placid course!
If thou art pleased with me, with thee I sport.
And thus with sweet deceit he leads you on

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She Said Yeah

(Larry Williams)
Dam deedle dee dam dam
Little girl, where did you come from
Try a little bit to make my mouth dribble
Come on baby, let's ride away in the rain
Baby you drive me crazy
Drive my poor heart hazy
Just a little bit
A little while with you
Come on baby, let's ride away in the rain
She said yeah, dam deedle dee dam dam
She said yeah, dam deedle dee dam dam
She said yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Come on baby I want to make love to you
Well you drive me crazy
Dam deedle dee dam dam
My love is lazy
Dam deedle dee dam dam
Little miss I want to kiss
Come on baby, won't you do what I wish
She said yeah, dam deedle dee dam dam
She said yeah, dam deedle dee dam dam
She said yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Come on baby I want to make love to you
Yeah, ow!
Well I got the feeling, dam deedle dee dam dam
In my soul, dam deedle dee dam dam
I'm gonna love you, you know
One night or another
Come on baby, let me hear you say you love me
She said yeah, dam deedle dee dam dam
She said yeah, dam deedle dee dam dam
She said yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Come on baby I want to make love to you

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Lady

'AL GAG BEVENEYN YESHAN LEVAD MITGORERET
'AL GAG B'LI M'ALYIT B'LI SH'KH'NYIM
SHANYIM ET HAMAD REGOT YOM YOM 'OD SUPEROT
SHANYIM B'LI YELADIM B'LI MILIM
BIRCHOVOT HA'IR HYA ROKEDET
MITZERAH EL TOCH TZARAH
V'EL ROSHAM LEMAZKERET
MIG BA'AT G'DOLAH V'SH'CHORAH
HU, LADY, ROKEDET LAH LEVAD KOL HAYOM
HU, LADY, ROKEDET LAH LEVAD KOL HAYOM
HU, LADY, LADY 'IM HALOM
KOL YOM BAGAN HATZIBURI ET HACHEV'REH MESADERET
KOL YOM LO 'ASHAH SHUM CHESHVUNOT
LO YODA'AT SHE'ET HAROSH HYA RAK SHOVERET
KOL YOM BEMISCHAKIM SHEL DIMYONOT
AKH ET MI HYA MECHAPESHET
MI HISHYIR BAH TZALAKOT
MI HISHYIR BAH LEMAZKERET
MIGVA'A ROAH RAK SH'CHOROT
HU, LADY, ROKEDET LAH LEVAD KOL HAYOM
HU, LADY, ROKEDET LAH LEVAD KOL HAYOM
HU, LADY, LADY 'IM HALOM
LADY 'IM HALOM
MAH ECHAD HAYOM
HASIFOR NIGMAR
AT 'ASAH LIMOR
LADY MUZARAH
LAMAH LAMAH RA'A
LADY,LADY, LADY

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Fairytales

Dam da ra ra ra ra ram dam da ra ra ra ram
Dam da ra ra ra ra ram dam da ra ra ra ram
Dam da ra ra ra ra ram dam da ra ra ra ram
Dam da ra ra ra ra ram dam da ra ra ra ram

I have lost that precious feeling
When you're not around
If you come then I will show you
How to be in love
Oh uh oh

Magic in the air
There is magic everywhere
Love is like that precious feeling
Keeping you alive

I'm living in a fairytale oh-o-oh
Am I really dreaming I don't no
If I really am don't wake me up
I don't ever want this dream to stop

Dam da ra ra ra ra ram dam da ra ra ra ram
Dam da ra ra ra ra ram dam da ra ra ra ram

I will never let you down cause
You are my only friend
You will never be alone cause
I will always be there
Oh uh oh

Magic in the air
There is magic everywhere
Love is like that precious feeling
Keeping you alive

I'm living in a fairytale oh-o-oh
Am I really dreaming I don't no
If I really am don't wake me up
I don't ever want this dream to stop

Dam da ra ra ra ra ram dam da ra ra ra ram
Dam da ra ra ra ra ram dam da ra ra ra ram

I like what I hear oh-o-oh
I know that this can never be a dream
I've found what I was looking for oh-o-oh
I've found love in a fairytale

Dam da ra ra ra ra ram dam da ra ra ra ram
Dam da ra ra ra ra ram dam da ra ra ra ram

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Hake'ev Haze

'AD 'AKHSHYAV LO NISH'AR DAVAR
TEN LI SIMAN
HAKE'EV SHEHAYAH NISH'AR
KEN KOL HAZMAN
ATAH MITRACHEK, K'MU GAL NE'ELAM
VE'AL HACHOL HACHAM
RAK HAMAVAT SH'MAKHE'EV KOL KACH
K'SHACHOM GUFCHA BI
OCHEZ BI V'MITRAGESH
LOHET BI V'MITFATEL
HAKE'EV HAZEH
MAKEH BI 'OD
BID MA'OT KOL HAKAYTZ TAM
BA LU HASTYAV
ZIKHRONOT MITZEYRIM 'ANAN
K'MU AZ KEN 'AKHSHYAV
ATAH MITKAREV V'MELATEF ET PANAI
V'NOSHEM OTI, MITLAHET MULI, V'EYNAH
RETUVOT KOL KACH
K'SHACHOM GUFCHA BI
OCHEZ BI V'MITRAGESH
LOHET BI V'MITFATEL
HAKE'EV HAZEH
ATAH EY SHAM BEYN SHEVER BEYN 'ANAN
BEYN DAM V'BEYN 'ASHAN
AVUD KOL KACH
V'LI EYN KOACH EYN KOACH 'OD LIR'OT
OTCHA NOFEL, EYN LI K'CHO 'OD
K'SHACHOM GUFCHA BI
OCHEZ BI V'MITRAGESH
KEN HAKE'EV, HAKE'EV...

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Kirya

KIRYA YAFEFIAH MASOS LE'ARAYICH
KIRYA YAFEFIAH MASOS LE'ARAYICH
IR NE MANA'AT LE MALKECH VE'SARAYICH
IR NE MANA'AT LE MALKECH VE'SARAYICH
YOM EZ KERA YIFAT RABAT SEVA'AYICH
YOM EZ KERA YIFAT RABAT SEVA'AYICH
LACH KA LE'TA NAFSHI LISHKON HA'SERAYICH
LACH KA LE'TA NAFSHI LISHKON HA'SERAYICH
KIRYA YAFEFIAH
MI'OD YID MALACH MI
MI'OD YID MALACH MI
MI'OD YID MALACH MI
YOM, YOM NOF LIMBANIM
YOM, YOM NOF LIMBANIM
IR NE MANA'AT LE MALKECH VE'SARAYICH
IR NE MANA'AT LE MALKECH VE'SARAYICH
KIRYA YAFEFIAH MASOS LE'ARAYICH
MI'OD YID MALACH MI
MI'OD YID MALACH MI
YOM, YOM NOF LIMBANIM
YOM, YOM NOF LIMBANIM
KIRYA YAFEFIAH

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Confessio Amantis. Explicit Liber Quintus

Incipit Liber Sextus

Est gula, que nostrum maculavit prima parentem
Ex vetito pomo, quo dolet omnis homo
Hec agit, ut corpus anime contraria spirat,
Quo caro fit crassa, spiritus atque macer.
Intus et exterius si que virtutis habentur,
Potibus ebrietas conviciata ruit.
Mersa sopore labis, que Bachus inebriat hospes,
Indignata Venus oscula raro premit.

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The grete Senne original,
Which every man in general
Upon his berthe hath envenymed,
In Paradis it was mystymed:
Whan Adam of thilke Appel bot,
His swete morscel was to hot,
Which dedly made the mankinde.
And in the bokes as I finde,
This vice, which so out of rule
Hath sette ous alle, is cleped Gule;
Of which the branches ben so grete,
That of hem alle I wol noght trete,
Bot only as touchende of tuo
I thenke speke and of no mo;
Wherof the ferste is Dronkeschipe,
Which berth the cuppe felaschipe.
Ful many a wonder doth this vice,
He can make of a wisman nyce,
And of a fool, that him schal seme
That he can al the lawe deme,
And yiven every juggement
Which longeth to the firmament
Bothe of the sterre and of the mone;
And thus he makth a gret clerk sone
Of him that is a lewed man.
Ther is nothing which he ne can,
Whil he hath Dronkeschipe on honde,
He knowth the See, he knowth the stronde,
He is a noble man of armes,
And yit no strengthe is in his armes:
Ther he was strong ynouh tofore,
With Dronkeschipe it is forlore,
And al is changed his astat,
And wext anon so fieble and mat,
That he mai nouther go ne come,
Bot al togedre him is benome
The pouer bothe of hond and fot,

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Bo Venagen Otti

KOL GUFI NACH'LASH
TIPAH ACHER TIPAH
V'MARI KACHASH
MIN HASREYFAH
LAMAH LIB'OR LEVAD?
MIN HASREYFAH
LAMAH LIB'OR LEVAD?
YADAY HOMKOT MIMCHA
V'MASTYROT HASOR
RAK HAMAVAT ITCHA
SOREK BI 'OD
LAMAH LIB'OR LEVAD
SOREK BI 'OD
LAMAH LIB'OR LEVAD
HALAYLAH?
KOL LAYLAH HUA MAKAV
KOL LAYLAH HUA HASOF
AZ BO VENAGEN OTI
BO VENAGEN OTI
AZ BO VENAGEN
BO VENAGEN B'ME'AT AHAVAH
RAGLAI HOLKHOT MIMCHA
BETZA'AR HAPRYIDAH
NUSHEMET ET KULKHA
AKH AVUDAH
LAMAH LIB'OR LEVAD
K'VAR 'AYAFAH
KACH LE'AVED OTCHA
KACH LE'AVED OTCHA
KOL LAYLAH

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Paradise Lost: Book X

Thus they in lowliest plight repentant stood
Praying, for from the Mercie-seat above
Prevenient Grace descending had remov'd
The stonie from thir hearts, and made new flesh
Regenerat grow instead, that sighs now breath'd
Unutterable, which the Spirit of prayer
Inspir'd, and wing'd for Heav'n with speedier flight
Then loudest Oratorie: yet thir port
Not of mean suiters, nor important less
Seem'd thir Petition, then when th' ancient Pair
In Fables old, less ancient yet then these,
Deucalion and chaste Pyrrha to restore
The Race of Mankind drownd, before the Shrine
Of Themis stood devout. To Heav'n thir prayers
Flew up, nor missed the way, by envious windes
Blow'n vagabond or frustrate: in they passd
Dimentionless through Heav'nly dores; then clad
With incense, where the Golden Altar fum'd,
By thir great Intercessor, came in sight
Before the Fathers Throne: Them the glad Son
Presenting, thus to intercede began.
See Father, what first fruits on Earth are sprung
From thy implanted Grace in Man, these Sighs
And Prayers, which in this Golden Censer, mixt
With Incense, I thy Priest before thee bring,
Fruits of more pleasing savour from thy seed
Sow'n with contrition in his heart, then those
Which his own hand manuring all the Trees
Of Paradise could have produc't, ere fall'n
From innocence. Now therefore bend thine eare
To supplication, heare his sighs though mute;
Unskilful with what words to pray, let mee
Interpret for him, mee his Advocate
And propitiation, all his works on mee
Good or not good ingraft, my Merit those
Shall perfet, and for these my Death shall pay.
Accept me, and in mee from these receave
The smell of peace toward Mankinde, let him live
Before thee reconcil'd, at least his days
Numberd, though sad, till Death, his doom (which I
To mitigate thus plead, not to reverse)
To better life shall yeeld him, where with mee
All my redeemd may dwell in joy and bliss,
Made one with me as I with thee am one.
To whom the Father, without Cloud, serene.
All thy request for Man, accepted Son,
Obtain, all thy request was my Decree:
But longer in that Paradise to dwell,
The Law I gave to Nature him forbids:
Those pure immortal Elements that know

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Adam: A Sacred Drama. Act 2.

SCENE I. -- CHORUS OF ANGELS Singing.

Now let us garlands weave
Of all the fairest flowers,
Now at this early dawn,
For new-made man, and his companion dear;
Let all with festive joy,
And with melodious song,
Of the great Architect
Applaud this noblest work,
And speak the joyous sound,
Man is the wonder both of Earth and Heaven.

FIRST Angel.

Your warbling now suspend,
You pure angelic progeny of God,
Behold the labour emulous of Heaven!
Behold the woody scene,
Decked with a thousand flowers of grace divine;
Here man resides, here ought he to enjoy
In his fair mate eternity of bliss.

SECOND Angel.

How exquisitely sweet
This rich display of flowers,
This airy wild of fragrance,
So lovely to the eye,
And to the sense so sweet.

THIRD Angel.

O the sublime Creator,
How marvellous his works, and more his power!
Such is the sacred flame
Of his celestial love,
Not able to confine it in himself,
He breathed, as fruitful sparks
From his creative breast,
The Angels, Heaven, Man, Woman, and the World.

FOURTH Angel.

Yes, mighty Lord! yes, hallowed love divine!
Who, ever in thyself completely blest,
Unconscious of a want,
Who from thyself alone, and at thy will,
Bright with beignant flames,
Without the aid of matter or of form,

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Paradise Lost: Book 11

Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn
From his displeasure; in whose look serene,
When angry most he seemed and most severe,
What else but favour, grace, and mercy, shone?
So spake our father penitent; nor Eve
Felt less remorse: they, forthwith to the place
Repairing where he judged them, prostrate fell
Before him reverent; and both confessed
Humbly their faults, and pardon begged; with tears
Watering the ground, and with their sighs the air
Frequenting, sent from hearts contrite, in sign
Of sorrow unfeigned, and humiliation meek.
Thus they, in lowliest plight, repentant stood
Praying; for from the mercy-seat above
Prevenient grace descending had removed
The stony from their hearts, and made new flesh
Regenerate grow instead; that sighs now breathed
Unutterable; which the Spirit of prayer
Inspired, and winged for Heaven with speedier flight
Than loudest oratory: Yet their port
Not of mean suitors; nor important less
Seemed their petition, than when the ancient pair
In fables old, less ancient yet than these,
Deucalion and chaste Pyrrha, to restore
The race of mankind drowned, before the shrine
Of Themis stood devout. To Heaven their prayers
Flew up, nor missed the way, by envious winds
Blown vagabond or frustrate: in they passed
Dimensionless through heavenly doors; then clad
With incense, where the golden altar fumed,
By their great intercessour, came in sight
Before the Father's throne: them the glad Son
Presenting, thus to intercede began.
See$ Father, what first-fruits on earth are sprung
From thy implanted grace in Man; these sighs
And prayers, which in this golden censer mixed
With incense, I thy priest before thee bring;
Fruits of more pleasing savour, from thy seed
Sown with contrition in his heart, than those
Which, his own hand manuring, all the trees
Of Paradise could have produced, ere fallen
From innocence. Now therefore, bend thine ear
To supplication; hear his sighs, though mute;
Unskilful with what words to pray, let me
Interpret for him; me, his advocate
And propitiation; all his works on me,
Good, or not good, ingraft; my merit those
Shall perfect, and for these my death shall pay.
Accept me; and, in me, from these receive
The smell of peace toward mankind: let him live

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Rankat Ankat

Ne rankat ankat rakentaa nuo bunkkerinsa betonista,
ja irvisten paloviinaa juo, kun askarrellaan tappolista.
On nynny mm pullasorsa, joka muutosmusiikkia soittaa.
On paperia sen Opel Corsa, kun panssarivaunu tiet tasoittaa.
On vihollinen vieras lapsikin, ja se maa joka j rajan taa.
Jos koputetaan oveen bunkkerin on tunnuslause koskaan et muuttua
saa... Koskaan et muuttua saa...
Ja moni tulee viel kaatumaan, ja katumaan, ett edes sattui syntymn.
Kun rankkojen ankkojen opetusryhm tulee teille tahtia nyttmn!
Niin aseita sormeilee rpylt hikiset.
Kuolet, jollet nkemyksin jaa.
Vaan sinkin rankka ankka viel vikiset, kun bunkkerissa
jokin rasahtaa.
Niin ankkajoukko htkht, vain hyheni ilmaan j leijumaan.
Nin voiman alttarille joutuu joskus uhraamaan!
Kun tulitus viimein taukoaa, kaatuneille tehdn kunniaa.
Ja suurin lyp muita ankkoja muistuttaa:
Kvaak kvaak kvaak! Sanokaa niille ett min olen mies!
Kvaak kvaak kvaak! Sanokaa niille ett min olen mies!
Kvaak kvaak kvaak! Sanokaa niille ett min olen mies!
Kvaak kvaak kvaak kvaak! Min olen mies!
Kvaak kvaak kvaak kvaak! Min olen mies!
Kvaak kvaak kvaak kvaak! Min olen mies!
Kvaak kvaak kvaak kvaak! Min olen mies!
MIES!
Vihdoin viimein odotettu piv koitti.
Johtaja-ankka lhtkskyn konekivrill soitti
soitti. Hyheniin meni mutaa ja rapaa, ja jokainen oli
vastuusta vapaa, tieten tyn oikeutuksen!
Vaan vihan innossa kontrolli petti.
Liian varhain irti psi tulivoima.
Taisi irti pst koko helvetti,
kun oli joka ankka pian toisen likvidoima.
Vain yksi en tantereella raahautui viime voimillaan.
Se rjytti reiin vihollismuuriin,
ja ji nky katsomaan.
Se kyrillen tiiraili kolostaan,
kun kansa rannalla nauroi ja ui.
Ja moni nytti nauttivan olostaan,
rankka ankka rantaleijonille nyrkki pui.
Se silmns loi yls taivaaseen,
ja lausui viimeiseksi lauseekseen:
Kvaak kvaak kvaak kvaak! Min olen mies!
Kvaak kvaak kvaak kvaak! Min olen mies!
Kvaak kvaak kvaak kvaak! Min olen mies!
Kvaak kvaak kvaak kvaak! Min olen mies!
Kvaak kvaak kvaak kvaak! Min olen mies!
Kvaak kvaak kvaak kvaak! Min olen mies!
Kvaak kvaak kvaak kvaak! Min olen mies!
Kvaak kvaak kvaak kvaak! Min olen mies!

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The Mother's Lesson

Come hither an' sit on my knee, Willie,
Come hither an' sit on my knee,
An' list while I tell how your brave brither fell,
Fechtin' for you an' for me:
Fechtin' for you an' for me, Willie,
Wi' his guid sword in his han'.
Hech, but ye'll be a brave man, Willie,
Hech, but ye'll be a brave man!

Ye min' o' your ain brither dear, Willie,
Ye min' o' your ain brither dear,
How he pettled ye aye wi' his pliskies an' play,
An' was aye sae cantie o' cheer:
Aye sae cantie o' cheer, Willie,
As he steppit sae tall an' sae gran',
Hech, but ye'll be a brave man, Willie,
Hech, but ye'll be a brave man.

D'ye min' when the bull had ye doun, Willie,
D'ye min' when the bull had ye doun?
D'ye min' wha grippit ye fra the big bull,
D'ye min' o' his muckle red woun'?
D'ye min' o' his muckle red woun', Willie,
D'ye min' how the bluid doun ran?
Hech, but ye'll be a brave man, Willie,
Hech, but ye'll be a brave man.

D'ye min' when we a' wanted bread, Willie,
the year when we a' wanted bread?
How he smiled when he saw the het parritch an' a',
An' gaed cauld an' toom to his bed:
Gaed awa' toom to his bed, Willie,
For the love o' wee Willie an' Nan?
Hech, but ye'll be a brave man, Willie,
Hech, but ye'll be a brave man!

Next simmer was bright but an' ben, Willie,
Next simmer was bright but an' ben,
When there cam a gran' cry like a win' strang an' high
By loch, an' mountain, an' glen:
By loch, an' mountain, an' glen, Willie,
The cry o' a far forrin lan',
An' up loupit ilka brave man, Willie,
Up loupit ilka brave man.

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poem by Sydney Thompson Dobell
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All Day, All Night

oooh
Dam dibi dam dibi doe bee dajee
I wanna stay here by your side
oooh
Dam dibi dam dibi doe bee dajee
All day, all night
I wish that I could be a star
I wish that I could be wherever you are
Now I know in my life
Theres only one who makes me feel
So good
You make me feel so right
oooh
Dam dibi dam dibi doe bee dajee
I wanna stay here by your side
oooh
Dam dibi dam dibi doe bee dajee
All day, all night
I know Im not supposed to cry
As silly as it seems
My tears will never dry
oooh
Dam dibi dam dibi doe bee dajee
I wanna stay here by your side
oooh
Dam dibi dam dibi doe bee dajee
All day, all night
Dam dibi dam dibi doe bee dajee
I wanna stay here by your side
oooh
Dam dibi dam dibi doe bee dajee
All day, all night

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All Day, All Night

oooh
Dam dibi dam dibi doe bee dajee
I wanna stay here by your side
oooh
Dam dibi dam dibi doe bee dajee
All day, all night
I wish that I could be a star
I wish that I could be wherever you are
Now I know in my life
Theres only one who makes me feel
So good
You make me feel so right
oooh
Dam dibi dam dibi doe bee dajee
I wanna stay here by your side
oooh
Dam dibi dam dibi doe bee dajee
All day, all night
I know Im not supposed to cry
As silly as it seems
My tears will never dry
oooh
Dam dibi dam dibi doe bee dajee
I wanna stay here by your side
oooh
Dam dibi dam dibi doe bee dajee
All day, all night
Dam dibi dam dibi doe bee dajee
I wanna stay here by your side
oooh
Dam dibi dam dibi doe bee dajee
All day, all night

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Paradise Lost: Book 09

No more of talk where God or Angel guest
With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd,
To sit indulgent, and with him partake
Rural repast; permitting him the while
Venial discourse unblam'd. I now must change
Those notes to tragick; foul distrust, and breach
Disloyal on the part of Man, revolt,
And disobedience: on the part of Heaven
Now alienated, distance and distaste,
Anger and just rebuke, and judgement given,
That brought into this world a world of woe,
Sin and her shadow Death, and Misery
Death's harbinger: Sad talk!yet argument
Not less but more heroick than the wrath
Of stern Achilles on his foe pursued
Thrice fugitive about Troy wall; or rage
Of Turnus for Lavinia disespous'd;
Or Neptune's ire, or Juno's, that so long
Perplexed the Greek, and Cytherea's son:

If answerable style I can obtain
Of my celestial patroness, who deigns
Her nightly visitation unimplor'd,
And dictates to me slumbering; or inspires
Easy my unpremeditated verse:
Since first this subject for heroick song
Pleas'd me long choosing, and beginning late;
Not sedulous by nature to indite
Wars, hitherto the only argument
Heroick deem'd chief mastery to dissect
With long and tedious havock fabled knights
In battles feign'd; the better fortitude
Of patience and heroick martyrdom
Unsung; or to describe races and games,
Or tilting furniture, imblazon'd shields,
Impresses quaint, caparisons and steeds,
Bases and tinsel trappings, gorgeous knights
At joust and tournament; then marshall'd feast
Serv'd up in hall with sewers and seneshals;
The skill of artifice or office mean,
Not that which justly gives heroick name
To person, or to poem. Me, of these
Nor skill'd nor studious, higher argument
Remains; sufficient of itself to raise
That name, unless an age too late, or cold
Climate, or years, damp my intended wing
Depress'd; and much they may, if all be mine,
Not hers, who brings it nightly to my ear.
The sun was sunk, and after him the star
Of Hesperus, whose office is to bring

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poem by John Milton
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Dykker-Klokken

Det var i Aaret — — ak! nu kan jeg Aaret ikke huske;
Men Maanen skinnede ret smukt paa Træer og paa Buske.
Vor Jord er intet Paradiis; som Praas tidt Lykken lyser;
Om Sommeren man har for hedt, om Vinteren man fryser.
At melde i en Elegie, hvor tidt vi her maae græde,
Det nytter jo til ingen Ting, kan ei en Christen glæde.
Det var i Aaret, som De veed, jeg ei kan rigtig huske,
Jeg gik om Aftenen en Tour imellem Krat og Buske;
Det hele Liv stod klart for mig, men jeg var ei fornøiet;
Dog muligt var det Nordens Vind, som fik mig Vand i Øiet.
En Tanke gik, en anden kom, og, for mig kort at fatte,
Tilsidst jeg paa en Kampesteen mig tæt ved Havet satte.
I Ilden er der lidt for hedt, paa Jord, som sagt, man fryser,
Og stige i en Luft-Ballon — — nei! nei! mit Hjerte gyser;
Dog muligt at paa Havets Bund i sikkre Dykker-Klokker
Sit Liv man paa Cothurner gaaer, og ei, som her, paa Sokker.
Saa tænkte jeg, og Reisen blev til næste Dag belavet,
(I Dykker-Klokker, som man veed, kan vandres gjennem Havet).
— Af klart Krystal var Klokken støbt, de Svende frem den trække,
Tilskuere paa Kysten stod, en lang, en broget Række;
Snart var det Hele bragt i Stand, jeg sad saa luunt derinde,
Nu gleed da Snoren, Tridsen peeb, jeg blev saa sær i Sinde, -
For Øiet var det sort, som Nat, og Luften pressed' saare,
Den trykkede som Hjertets Sorg, der lettes ei ved Taare. -
Det var, som Stormens Orgel slog — jeg kan det aldrig glemme!
Som naar i Ørknen en Orkan med Rovdyr blander Stemme.
— Men snart jeg blev til Tingen vant, og dette saae jeg gjerne;
Høit over mig var ravne-sort, det bruste i det Fjerne.
Der Solen stod saa rød og stor, men ei med mindste Straale,
Saa at man uden sværtet Glas „ihr' Hoheit" kunde taale.
Mig syntes Stjerne-Himlen hist i sin Studenter-Kjole
Lig Asken af et brændt Papir, hvor Smaa-Børn gaae af Skole.
— Rundt om mig klarede det op, jeg hørte Fiske bande,
Hver Gang de paa min Klokke løb og stødte deres Pande.
Men Skjæbnen, ak! det slemme Skarn, misundte mig min Glæde,
Og som en Sværd-Fisk var hun nu ved Klokkens Snoer tilstæde,
Og hurtigt gik det: „klip! klip! klip!" rask skar hun Snoren over;
Der sad jeg i min Klokke net, dybt under Havets Vover.
Først blev jeg hed, saa blev jeg kold, saa lidt af begge Dele,
Jeg trøsted' mig; Du kan kun døe, se det er her det Hele.
Men Klokken sank dog ei endnu, den drev paa Havets Strømme,
Jeg lukkede mit Øie til, og lod saa Klokken svømme.
Den foer, ret som med Extra-Post, vist sine tyve Mile,
„Und immer weiter, hop! hop! hop!" foruden Rast og Hvile.
Een Time gik, der gik vel tre, men Døden kom dog ikke,
Saa blev jeg af den Venten kjed, og aabned mine Blikke.
Ak Herreje! ak Herreje! Hvad saae jeg dog paa Bunden!
Den første halve Time jeg som slagen var paa Munden. -
Dybt under mig var Bjerg og Dal med Skove samt med Byer,
Jeg Damer saae spadsere der med store Paraplyer. -

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poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Confessio Amantis. Explicit Liber Tercius

Incipit Liber Quartus

Dicunt accidiam fore nutricem viciorum,
Torpet et in cunctis tarda que lenta bonis:
Que fieri possent hodie transfert piger in cras,
Furatoque prius ostia claudit equo.
Poscenti tardo negat emolumenta Cupido,
Set Venus in celeri ludit amore viri.

Upon the vices to procede
After the cause of mannes dede,
The ferste point of Slowthe I calle
Lachesce, and is the chief of alle,
And hath this propreliche of kinde,
To leven alle thing behinde.
Of that he mihte do now hier
He tarieth al the longe yer,
And everemore he seith, 'Tomorwe';
And so he wol his time borwe,
And wissheth after 'God me sende,'
That whan he weneth have an ende,
Thanne is he ferthest to beginne.
Thus bringth he many a meschief inne
Unwar, til that he be meschieved,
And may noght thanne be relieved.
And riht so nowther mor ne lesse
It stant of love and of lachesce:
Som time he slowtheth in a day
That he nevere after gete mai.
Now, Sone, as of this ilke thing,
If thou have eny knowleching,
That thou to love hast don er this,
Tell on. Mi goode fader, yis.
As of lachesce I am beknowe
That I mai stonde upon his rowe,
As I that am clad of his suite:
For whanne I thoghte mi poursuite
To make, and therto sette a day
To speke unto the swete May,
Lachesce bad abide yit,
And bar on hond it was no wit
Ne time forto speke as tho.
Thus with his tales to and fro
Mi time in tariinge he drowh:
Whan ther was time good ynowh,
He seide, 'An other time is bettre;
Thou schalt mowe senden hire a lettre,
And per cas wryte more plein
Than thou be Mowthe durstest sein.'

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poem by John Gower
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Le'amshich Velitzod

KEN YESH LI SOD
KOL BOKER MIT'ORER V'MEZAMER
ET HATIKVOT
SHEL YOM CHADASH HU MESADER
MEMALE SHUROT BADAF HAREYKH
ME'ENAH KOL 'ETZEV MESALEK
LAKUM LEHAMSHIKH 'OD
IM KOACH SHEL ELEF SHIRIM
LAKUM LEHAMSHIKH 'OD
LEHAMSHIKH 'OD V'LITZ'OD
LIPHKOACH 'EYNAYIM
EL KESEM 'OROT RECHOKIM
LIPHKOACH 'EYNAYIM
EL SADOT ZHARIM
IM KOREH
U'VALEYLOT HATZEL 'ALAY OVER
SHUV ME'AYEM
AKH BA'AFELAH ELOHIM 'OZER
'OR CHADASH VECHAM ELAY NIGLEH
VIHINEH 'OD YOM NIFLAH 'OLEH
LAKUM LEHAMSHIKH 'OD
IM KOACH SHEL ELEF SHIRIM
LAKUM LEHAMSHIKH 'OD
LEHAMSHIKH 'OD V'LITZ'OD
LIPHKOACH 'EYNAYIM
EL KESEM 'OROT RECHOKIM
LIPHKOACH 'EYNAYIM
EL SADOT ZHARIM
KEN YESH LI SOD YESH LI SOD
KEN ZEH HASOD ZEH HASOD
HU BA TAMID B'REGA'IM KASHIM

song performed by Ofra Haza
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