Quotes about ramble, page 13
A Letter From Italy
I
Lately, when we wished good-bye
Underneath a gloomy sky,
``Bear,'' you said, ``my love in mind,
Leaving me not quite behind;
And across the mountains send
News and greeting to your friend.''
II
Swiftly though we did advance
Through the rich flat fields of France,
Still the eye grew tired to see
Patches of equality.
Nothing wanton, waste, or wild;
Women delving, lonely child
Tending cattle lank and lean;
Not a hedgerow to be seen,
Where the eglantine may ramble,
Or the vagrant unkempt bramble
Might its flowers upon you press
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poem by Alfred Austin
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Epistle To My Brother George
Full many a dreary hour have I past,
My brain bewildered, and my mind o'ercast
With heaviness; in seasons when I've thought
No spherey strains by me could e'er be caught
From the blue dome, though I to dimness gaze
On the far depth where sheeted lightning plays;
Or, on the wavy grass outstretched supinely,
Pry 'mong the stars, to strive to think divinely:
That I should never hear Apollo's song,
Though feathery clouds were floating all along
The purple west, and, two bright streaks between,
The golden lyre itself were dimly seen:
That the still murmur of the honey bee
Would never teach a rural song to me:
That the bright glance from beauty's eyelids slanting
Would never make a lay of mine enchanting,
Or warm my breast with ardour to unfold
Some tale of love and arms in time of old.
But there are times, when those that love the bay,
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poem by John Keats
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Recollections Of A Faded Beauty
AH! I remember when I was a girl
How my hair naturally used to curl,
And how my aunt four yards of net would pucker,
And call the odious thing, 'Diana's tucker.'
I hated it, because although, you see,
It did for her, it didn't do for me.
(Popkins said I should wear a low corsage,
But this I know was merely badinage.)
I recollect the gaieties of old--
Ices when hot, and punch when we were cold!
Race-balls, and county-balls, and balls where you,
For seven shillings, got dance and supper too.
Oh! I remember all the routs and plays--
'But words are idle,' as Lord Byron says;
And so am I, and therefore can spare time,
To put my recollections into rhyme.
I recollect the man who did declare
When I was at the fair, myself was fair:
(I had it in my album for three years,
And often looked, and shed delicious tears.)
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poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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Im Beginning To See The Light
I never cared much for moonlit skies
I never wink back at fireflies
But now that the stars are in your eyes
Im beginning to see the light
I never went in for afterglow
Or candlelight on the mistletoe
But now when you turn the lamp down low
Im beginning to see the light
Used to ramble through the park
Shadowboxing in the dark
Then you came and caused a spark
Thats a four-alarm fire now
I never made love by lantern-shine
I never saw rainbows in my wine
But now that your lips are burning mine
Im beginning to see the light
song performed by Ella Fitzgerald
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Man Of Constant Sorrow
(traditional, arr. by rod stewart)
I am a man of constant sorrow
Ive seen trouble all my days
Ill say goodbye to colorado
Where I was born and probly raised
Your mother says I am a stranger
My face youll never see no more
But theres one promise darling
Ill see you on gods golden shore
Through this open world Im about to ramble
Through ice, snow, sleet and rain
I am about to rob the mornin railroad
Perhaps Ill die on that train
Im goin back to colorado
Place that I started from
If Id knowed how bad youd treat me
Honey I never would have come
song performed by Rod Stewart
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Highway Lady
Run down, low down, dont feel tired
Take no orders, dont get fired
I waste away cruisin along
* fighting blizzards, ragin storms
Hold the wheels tight, know Im born to ramble on
Cruisin along
But I stop, turn my head around
Sleep until tomorrow, in my arms
In my arms,
Highway lady, lorelei, dream the big time high above
Highway lady, high on wheels make you smile again
How she feels
Found my way to spanish stairs
Small corruption, no one cares I taste a lie
Cruisin along
* repeat
* repeat
How she feels
Highway lady, highway lady highway lady, highway lady
song performed by Ufo
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Man Of Constant Sorrow
(first releasetraditional, arranged by bob dylan)
Im a man of constant sorrow,
Ive seen trouble all my days.
Ill say goodbye to colorado
Where I was born and partly raised.
Your mother says Im a stranger;
My face youll never see no more.
But theres one promise, darling,
Ill see you on gods golden shore.
Through this open world Im a-bound to ramble,
Through ice and snows, sleet and rain,
Im a-bound to ride that mornin railroad,
Perhaps Ill die on that train.
Im going back to colorado,
The place that Ive started from.
If Id knowed how bad youd treat me,
Honey I never would have come.
song performed by Bob Dylan
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Silver Tongue
(GillanGloverPaiceMorseAirey)
Well I'm standing here on moving station
All the world is traveling by
To strange outlandish destinations
There they go, I wonder why
I may be crazy
But I'm no stupid
I get along
I use my silver tongue
You know I can dream in any language
Flying on my magic bed
And I don't need to work my passage
All I do is use my head
I may be crazy
But I'm no stupid
Sometimes I ramble
Then I'm Lucid
I might seem lazy
But I'm hurting no-one
I get along
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song performed by Deep Purple
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Before I Met You
(charles l. seitz, joe lewis, elmer rader)
Well I thought I had seen good looking men in my time
That was before I met you
And I never saw one that I wanted for mine
But that was before I met you
Chorus:
Well I thought I was swinging the world by the tail
I thought I could never be blue
I thought Id been kissed
And I thought Id been loved
But that was before I met you
Well I wanted to ramble and always be free
That was before I met you
And I said that nobody could ever hold me
But that was before I met you
Repeat chorus
I thought Id been kissed
And I thought Id been loved
But that was before I met you
Darling that was before I met you
song performed by Reba Mcentire
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The Mango Song
Spasm waiter dropping to his knees, sees
Slander on wrap paper ties
Lifting up his head he feels the sunlight in his eyes
Grasp a kettle top and shoot the breeze, please
Ramble while slop scraper sighs
Tossing in his bed at night hell dream until he dies
Operations at the sink
The dribble liquid visible beneath his troubled eyes
Feels it tilt and start to slide
Mask a pretty hoppers foot with squeeze cheese
Dangle some grape apple pies
Tranquil and serene until he runs out of supplies
Your hands and feet are mangos
Youre gonna be a genius anyway
Your hands and feet are mangos
Youre gonna be a genius anyway
[all three verses superimposed upon one another]
song performed by Phish
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