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The Gravedigger
05:20
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In youth when I did love
Methought it was very sweet
To contract-o-the time, for my behove
Oh, methought, there was nothing-a-meet
But age with his stealing steps
Hath clawed me in his clutch
And hath shipped me into the land
As if I had never been such
Who is the one whose grief is so loud and clear
Whose words of sadness make the planets stand still?
A pickax and spade
And a sheet for a funeral shroud
O, a pit of dirt is what we need
For such a guest is meet
If you loved me
Please postpone the sweet relief of death
Stabat mater dolorosa
Juxta crucem lacrimosa
I beg you pardon, Sir, I’ve done you wrong
Please, give me me that goblet, if you love me
Let go of it!
I’ll get it from you, I swear
Let go, by Heaven I’ll have it
And in this harsh world
Draw thy breath in pain
To tell my story
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All Losses Are Restored
04:08
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Sonnet 30 by William Shakespeare
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight;
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor'd, and sorrows end.
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Verona
04:25
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I have three suns, but all you see is darkness
Their beauty shining in the night
Like an angel in the black sky
Filling these graves with light
I'd rather be the whitest snowflake
On a black ravens back
I'd rather live under the knight’s rule
Than to be this fortunes fool
Verona, where is my northern star?
If I could only see what's happening
I could make it all disappear
If life was only in the winters night
Then death would be like spring
Verona, where is my guiding star?
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Walking Shadow
05:09
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When shall meet us three again?
In thunder lightning or in the pouring rain?
When the hurlyburly’s done
When the battle’s lost and won
That will be the set of the sun
Where the place upon the heath
There to meet
To meet with the Macbeth
I come, graymalkin!
Paddock calls
The harpys’ wings disclosed
Anon, anon, anon
Out, out brief candle
Life is but a walking shadow
A poor player, a poor play
That struts and frets, his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more
It’s a tale told by an idiot, an idiot!
Full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing to me
Fair is foul and foul is fair
Hover through the fog and the filthy air
Hail King, for so thou art
Behold where stands the usurpers cursed head
The time is free, oh, the time is free!
I see thee compassed with thy kingdoms pearl
That speak my salutation in their minds
Whose voices I desire aloud with mine
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That Time Of Year
06:35
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Sonnet 73 by William Shakespeare
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed, whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.
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Thou Blind Fool
05:56
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Sonnet 137 and 46 by William Shakespeare
Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,
That they behold, and see not what they see?
They know what beauty is, see where it lies,
Yet what the best is take the worst to be.
If eyes, corrupt by over-partial looks,
Be anchored in the bay where all men ride,
Why of eyes' falsehood hast thou forged hooks,
Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied?
Why should my heart think that a several plot,
Which my heart knows the wide world's common place?
Or mine eyes, seeing this, say this is not,
To put fair truth upon so foul a face?
In things right true my heart and eyes have erred,
And to this false plague are they now transferred.
Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war,
How to divide the conquest of thy sight;
Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar,
My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.
My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie,
A closet never pierced with crystal eyes,
But the defendant doth that plea deny,
And says in him thy fair appearance lies.
To 'cide this title is impanneled
A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart;
And by their verdict is determined
The clear eye's moiety, and the dear heart's part:
As thus: mine eye's due is thine outward part,
And my heart's right, thine inward love of heart.
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