LENORE
Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the chuông, bell toll ! a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river,
And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear ? Weep now hoặc nevermore!
See! on yon drear and rigid cái dá, bội, bier low lies thy love, Lenore !
Come ! let the burial rite be read- the funeral song be sung !
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.
"Wretches ! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,
And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her- that she died!
How shall the ritual, then, be read ? The requiem how be sung
bởi you- bởi yours, the evil eye, bởi yours, the slanderous tongue
That did to death the innocence that died, and died so young ?"
Peccavimus, but rave not thus ! and let a Sabbath song
Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong.
The sweet Lenore hath "gone before," with Hope, that flew beside,
Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride.
For her, the fair and debonair, that now so lowly lies,
The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes
The life still there, upon her hair- the death upon her eyes.
"Avaunt ! avaunt ! from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven
From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven
From grief and groan, to a golden throne, beside the King of Heaven!
Let no chuông, bell toll, then, lest her soul, amid its hallowed mirth,
Should catch the note as it doth float up from the damned Earth !
And I! tonight my tim, trái tim is light ! No dirge will I upraise,
But waft the Angel on her flight with a Paean of old days !"
Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the chuông, bell toll ! a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river,
And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear ? Weep now hoặc nevermore!
See! on yon drear and rigid cái dá, bội, bier low lies thy love, Lenore !
Come ! let the burial rite be read- the funeral song be sung !
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.
"Wretches ! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,
And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her- that she died!
How shall the ritual, then, be read ? The requiem how be sung
bởi you- bởi yours, the evil eye, bởi yours, the slanderous tongue
That did to death the innocence that died, and died so young ?"
Peccavimus, but rave not thus ! and let a Sabbath song
Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong.
The sweet Lenore hath "gone before," with Hope, that flew beside,
Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride.
For her, the fair and debonair, that now so lowly lies,
The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes
The life still there, upon her hair- the death upon her eyes.
"Avaunt ! avaunt ! from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven
From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven
From grief and groan, to a golden throne, beside the King of Heaven!
Let no chuông, bell toll, then, lest her soul, amid its hallowed mirth,
Should catch the note as it doth float up from the damned Earth !
And I! tonight my tim, trái tim is light ! No dirge will I upraise,
But waft the Angel on her flight with a Paean of old days !"
The end of the summer is here again.
I feel the same melancholy I have felt
since I first knew summers ended –
the melancholy of the crickets’ valiant singing
in the early coming dusk,
the melancholy of the boy who soon must return to school –
the melancholy of the summer’s end.
I wish that I could be again
eleven years old in the backyard
watching the night come early
and feeling the change in the leaves
the crickets can’t sing away.
I wish I had to go back to school –
so I could be eleven years old again and dread it.
Why must I like the crickets grow old?
Why must I like the summer end?
I feel the same melancholy I have felt
since I first knew summers ended –
the melancholy of the crickets’ valiant singing
in the early coming dusk,
the melancholy of the boy who soon must return to school –
the melancholy of the summer’s end.
I wish that I could be again
eleven years old in the backyard
watching the night come early
and feeling the change in the leaves
the crickets can’t sing away.
I wish I had to go back to school –
so I could be eleven years old again and dread it.
Why must I like the crickets grow old?
Why must I like the summer end?
who am i to bạn ? who am i to you? i gave my life time to you.. so who am i to you? what bạn think about me? what bạn think about me? i am always thinking about you..so what bạn think about me?
what do bạn do for me ? what do bạn do for me? i will do anything for bạn .. so what do bạn do for me?
do bạn ever loved me? do bạn ever loved me?
i am always loving you.. so do bạn ever loved me?
do bạn ever ask câu hỏi about me? do bạn ever ask câu hỏi about me? i am always asking about you..so do bạn ever ask câu hỏi about me?
please answer my question.. please answer my câu hỏi ...i am always answering your câu hỏi even for your tim, trái tim beat.. so please answer my câu hỏi my love..
She Doesn't Know
bởi Cody Herman
Through the window I stare tiếp theo door
When is she coming out
She's the only one I adore
But then why do I doubt
Her hair is golden like the sun
Shining bright and strong for all to see
She looks at me and I'm undone
I didn't foresee that she was the one for me
Why do I hesitate
It wasn't too long ago
My tim, trái tim beats at a faster rate
But she doesn't know
The power she has over me
I putty in her hands
She just couldn't leave me be
Her wish is my command
When will I find the courage
To tell her how I feel
Am I able to break this bridge
Will I stand hoặc I kneel
I can't do it
I'm afraid she'll say no
I need to get a grip
She still doesn't know
bởi Cody Herman
Through the window I stare tiếp theo door
When is she coming out
She's the only one I adore
But then why do I doubt
Her hair is golden like the sun
Shining bright and strong for all to see
She looks at me and I'm undone
I didn't foresee that she was the one for me
Why do I hesitate
It wasn't too long ago
My tim, trái tim beats at a faster rate
But she doesn't know
The power she has over me
I putty in her hands
She just couldn't leave me be
Her wish is my command
When will I find the courage
To tell her how I feel
Am I able to break this bridge
Will I stand hoặc I kneel
I can't do it
I'm afraid she'll say no
I need to get a grip
She still doesn't know
bạn said...
bạn said
bạn would
try to make
this up.
bạn said
bạn wanted
me bởi your side.
bạn said
I would be happy,
I would be
happy this time.
bạn said.
bạn said
bạn wanted
the fresh start
for us,
bạn said
bạn wanted us
back,
bạn wanted
me back.
bạn promised.
bạn said
bạn would
try,
bạn said
that things
would be better
this time,
bạn said
I would feel
better
from now.
Remember,
bạn said.
No thêm tears,
bạn said,
no more
empty words,
remember?
bạn said.
bạn said
bạn wanted
a fresh start
for us.
bạn said,
no thêm pain,
bạn said,
no more.
And no thêm lies
now I say,
sell them
some where else.
Broken promises,
that's all
bạn gave,
no thêm pain,
that's what
bạn said.
THe world is cruel,
when we are young we ride above the clouds in the bubble of innocence
but as we age we begin to sense the pain behind our parents faces
we see then that really, not everyone is nice.
we begin to understand that "your not invited to my birthday party" is the deadliest threat we can make
and that one ngày someone will hate me for who I am and someone will hate bạn for who bạn are,
because your not a cheerleader
because I am a cheerleader
because I have brown eyes
because bạn have white skin
because I have two dads
because bạn have one mom and no dad
because your grandparents were Chinese
because I'm Jewish
And why will people do this?
Because the world is a cruel place.
None of these things are true about me, they are simply examples of the stupid things people will judge bạn by.
when we are young we ride above the clouds in the bubble of innocence
but as we age we begin to sense the pain behind our parents faces
we see then that really, not everyone is nice.
we begin to understand that "your not invited to my birthday party" is the deadliest threat we can make
and that one ngày someone will hate me for who I am and someone will hate bạn for who bạn are,
because your not a cheerleader
because I am a cheerleader
because I have brown eyes
because bạn have white skin
because I have two dads
because bạn have one mom and no dad
because your grandparents were Chinese
because I'm Jewish
And why will people do this?
Because the world is a cruel place.
None of these things are true about me, they are simply examples of the stupid things people will judge bạn by.
bạn seek for spark of hope.
Your life held by
darkness thoughts,
anchor is
some place else.
Bad luck follows bạn
like a hook,
won't let bạn go,
won't leave bạn alone.
bạn smile today,
and cry whole eternity,
like that's your fate,
disturbing thoughts
to lie inside of you,
to take away everything
that bạn hope for.
Devil is calling your name,
leaves bạn not,
bạn don't see the Angel on
your shoulder,
trying to give bạn a strength.
bạn long for life
that bạn don't know of,
bạn seek for peace,
trying to get away
from misty forest
that stains your heart
into black.