Posted

Apr 26th 2007

Mood

Musical

Music

Evanescence

Ok since my other journal was so long I decided to put my quotes here and just have my fav characters in the other one(here if you want to read it, it's rather long--> http://www.sheezyart.com/journal/278854/ ) so this is just my long list of quotes.

"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." - Dr. Seuss

"All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them." -Walt Disney

"I reject your reality and substitute my own" ~ Adam Savage "Mythbusters"

"I like it here kind of private"(in a protective suit) "Jamies wants a big boom"~ Jamie Hyneman "Mythbusters"

"Imagination is the one weapon in the war against reality" -Jules de Gaultier-

Believe in Fate, Believe in Love, Believe in Dreams, And they'll come true!

"I think to be this happy is to be miserable, to feel this much satisfaction is to burn." -Lestat

"The walls we build around us to keep out the sadness also keep out the joy" -Jim Rohn

Here are my random quotes and my 3 fav Phantom quotes.
"And yet I am not really evil. Love me and you shall see! All I wanted was to be loved for myself." ~Erik

"The opera ghost really existed" -Gaston leroux

"Men hate the things they fear and they fear thoes things which they do not understand." -Mansart, Kay

There is no Angel of Music, yet he continues to live in my mind, in my voice, and in my soul.

"If I am the phantom, it is because man's hatred has made me so. If I am to be saved it is because your love redeems me."~Le Fantome De L'Opera

" i have invented a mask that makes me look like anybody."
"and we will sing... till we swoon away with delight. "
"you are crying!...yet i am not really wicked. "
"...if you were to love me, i would be as gentle as a lamb." ~Erik

"Its really rather difficult to be a murderer without killing people from time to time." ~Erik

"Wait, I think my dear, we have a guest.
Sir, this is indeed an unparalleled delight.
I had rather hoped that you would come.
And now, my wish comes true, you have truly made my night"-Erik The Phantom

"How you've turned my world, you precious thing..."~Jareth(Labyrinth)

"Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave." -Jareth The Goblin King

*NEW*
"Is it all a dream, like Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, or Dorothy's in The Wizard of Oz? In my own mind it is. But it's all rather ambiguous - dream or reality? Fantasy or fact? It's whatever you like to make it. Wherever it takes you."~Jim Henson referring to Labyrinth

"As I try to zero in on what's important for the Muppets, I think it's a sense of innocence, naivet'e - you know, the experience of a simple person meeting life. Even the most wordly of our characters is innocent. Our villains are innocent, really. And it's that innocence that I think is the connection to the audience."~Jim Henson

"Simple is good."~Jim Henson

"I believe that we form our own lives, that we create our own reality, and that everything works out for the best. I know I drive some poeple crazy with what seems to be ridiculous optimism, but it has always worked out for me"~Jim Henson

"We see with our eyes. We know with our hearts. Outside... Inside."~Cantus Fraggle

"The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous."~ V from V for Vendetta

"Remember remember, the Fifth of November
The gunpowder, treason, and plot
I know no reason why the gunpowder, treason should ever be forgot" ~V

The above is from whats called "The Bonfire Prayer" the complete version I found is below
TRADITIONAL BONFIRE PRAYER

Remember remember, the Fifth of November
The Gunpowder, Treason and Plot
We know no reason why Gunpowder, Treason should ever be forgot
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, 'twas his intent
To blow up King and Parliment
With three score barrels of powder below
Poor old England, to overthrow
By God's providence he was catch't
With a dark lantern and burning match
Holler boys, Holler boys, ring boys ring
Holler boys, holler boys God save the King
What shall we do with him boys?
Shall we hang him?........NO!
Shall we drown him?.......NO!
Shall we burn him?........YES!
*END OF NEW*

"In my fantasies, all of my dolls could fly. All of them were magic."-Wendy Froud

"Despite everything, I believe that people are really good at heart." Anne Frank

"You cannot perceive beauty but with a serene mind." -Henry David Thoreau

'Loyalty: Be known for unwavering commitment to the people and ideals you choose to live by. There are many places where compromise is expected; loyalty is not one of them'~ The Code of Chivalry

Elizabeth Swann: There will come a moment when you have the chance to do the right thing.
Jack Sparrow: I love those moments. I like to wave at them as they pass by. ~You've got to love him.

The absolute happiness,
That�s when, without any word,
We are able to say all the love of the world...

~*Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.*~

"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us." ~J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Rings

Accept who and what you are, it widens your view on life greatly.

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. ~George Eliot

Yesterday I saw the Wind in his cloak of green and gold,
He looked at me with childish eyes though his face was wrinkled and old.
He called the trees to dance with him in their dresses of crimson bright,
and they followed behind with a maidenly pride in the waning Autumn light. ~fairiesnest

"ooh sketches..... something random but the creation of dreams and dreamers...." ~don-t---label---me

"Erik is not truly dead. He lives on within the souls of those who choose to listen to the music of the night."
~DragonessDeanna

"Labyrinth will always exist in the hearts of those who believe and look for it." ~Cara/Me

"If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite." - William Blake

I would like to see assassins smiling, the executioner who cuts off an
innocent head with his great curved oriental sabre.
I would like to see beggars and queens;
I would like to see roses and blood;
I would like to see those who die for love or else for hate!
And then later I would return and relate my adventures to those interested
in dreams.
Like Sinbad, I would raise my old Arabian cup to my lips now and then...to
interrupt my tale with artistry. - Sheherezade

'Take me to you, imprison me, for I
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free...'
Donne

People cannot gain anything without sacrificing something. You must present something of equal value to gain something. That is the principle of equivalent trade in alchemy. We believed that was the truth of the world when we were young.... Alphonse Elric

Hughes: Hey, I've got a message from Roy. He said, "Don't die under my command, you're enough of a pain without the paperwork." That was it.
Ed: Tell him fine, there's no way I'm dying before you do, you morally bankrupt Colonel with a God complex.

Got Ramen?

"A cute girl stopped me on the way, so I danced."- Kakashi Hatake

"What I'm saying is, in the end, everyone is alone, right?" - Tenten

As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that
wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will.

You will have your heart broken probably more than
once and it's harder every time.

You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken.

You'll fight with your best friend.

You'll blame a new love for things an old one did.

You'll cry because time is passing too fast,
and you'll eventually lose someone you love.

So take too many pictures, laugh too much,
and love like you've never been hurt because
every sixty seconds you spend upset
is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.

�If you are afraid of changes
Watch me at a distance
Whether or not I may do something
I'm talked about behind my back
Let it be.�- Ayumi Hamasaki's "Alterna"

"Over the waves, with the wind behind her
and foam at her neck, she flew like a bird
until her curved prow had covered the distance
and on the following day, at the due hour,
those seafarers sighted land,
sunlit cliffs, sheer crags
and looming headlands, the landfall they sought."
Seamus Heaney's translation of 'Beowulf', lines 217-223

"Time is considered the worst enemy of man"

"Life is the most important possession of all humans. If destroyed, you can never do anything to bring it back." - Samantha Stevenson - Morgansville 2013, ep 9

"I'm sure Aslan would have, if you'd asked him," said Fledge
"Wouldn't he know without being asked?" said Polly
"I've no doubt he would," said the Horse, "but I've a sort of idea he likes to be asked."

"Oh you can't help that. We're all mad here." ~Cheshire Cat(Alice in Wonderland)

"Life is pain! Anyone who says otherwise is trying to sell something." ~Dread Pirate Roberts, who is really Wesly(sp?)(The Princess Bride)

"Death can not stop true love. It can only delay it for awhile."

"I'm not a witch I'm your wife!" {Love that part xD}

"Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father, prepare to die."

"never cry wolf unless itsalready chewing on your leg"-Wolverine of the X-men

"The brave do not live forever but the cautious do not live at all."

"Courage is not the absence of fear but rather the mastery of it or the realization that something else is more important."

"Time won't sweep away, our deepest scars of memories
It will carry them along eternally
Betrayed by the enigma of existence
Yet, we admire this insignificance"

"If 'lifes a stage and the people merely players' then we have alot of players that need to get run off the stage." ~My sister, Niki

Love

"It is something beyond measure
It is something you must treasure.
You let me down, let us die
And I keep asking, "Why?"
My heart is like a fragil dove
Just struck by your wrong Love."
As You Sleep

"When a dog bites a man that is not news....But if a man bites a dog, that is news."-John B. Bogart (Jerin)

"Love is the sincerest and purest human emotion. If you have it take care of it, if it's true, hold on, never let go. Cherish it forever because it could last that long... don't let it slip away." ~ Kitana(Altura)

"Every night I sit in bed
And think about the day ahead
But mostly I just reminice
About what I have to miss

I got a nasty comment today
And someone told me to throw my life away
Another said I should leave them alone
And it makes me wanna reach for the phone

Someone drew something hurtful
I find myself so hopeful
That they'll delete it soon
And instead look to the moon

One of 'em said she wanted out
And then she started to cry and pout
I wanted to comfort her oh-so bad
But I'm a coward and it makes me mad

I annoyed someone with my talk
And that person wanted to walk
I let the tears slide down my cheeks
And felt horrible for weeks

I sit there in my bed
With my plush toys on my head
Thinking of ways I can improve
Without having to move

I get up the next morning
And find myself scorning
My brother is at the keys
And it makes me weak in my knees

As soon as he's done I rush on
Thinking with a heart that weighs a ton
I must find I way to cheer them up
So they don't try to pour red from a cup

And when I see that it's okay
I give a sigh of relief and sing horray
I still comment to their ear
Just to say I'm always here" ~Prayers for Friends(GothicDancer)

"no one could have there moments,
free from your withering touch,
fuck off, like you're the only one,
that has ever cried or been broken by love,
spare me your pity party
drunk off your own misfortunes
wallowing in your blissful
melancholy" (Culturalrider)

"Any man who says he can see through a woman is missing alot"
"A man is only as young as the woman he feels." ~Both Groucho Marx(Inspector Zenigata)

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference." (The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost)

"The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But now the theory goes
That the apple's a rose,
And the pear is, and so's
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only knows
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose
But were always a rose." (The Rose Family by Robert Frost)

"I wonder about the trees.
Why do we wish to bear
Forever the noise of these
More than another noise
So close to our dwelling place?
We suffer them by the day
Till we lose all measure of pace,
And fixity in our joys,
And acquire a listening air.
They are that that talks of going
But never gets away;
And that talks no less for knowing,
As it grows wiser and older,
That now it means to stay.
My feet tug at the floor
And my head sways to my shoulder
Sometimes when I watch trees sway,
From the window or the door.
I shall set forth for somewhere,
I shall make the reckless choice
Some day when they are in voice
And tossing so as to scare
The white clouds over them on.
I shall have less to say,
But I shall be gone." (The Sound Of The Trees by Robert Frost)

"I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
O luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night."(Acquainted With The Night by Robert Frost)

(Next ones are from Emily Dickinson)
" If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain."

"I never saw a moor,
I never saw the sea;
Yet know I how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.

I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in heaven;
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the chart were given."

"I had no time to hate, because
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample I
Could finish enmity.

Nor had I time to love, but since
Some industry must be,
The little toil of love, I thought,
Was large enough for me."

" I measure every grief I meet
With analytic eyes;
I wonder if it weighs like mine,
Or has an easier size.

I wonder if they bore it long,
Or did it just begin?
I could not tell the date of mine,
It feels so old a pain.

I wonder if it hurts to live,
And if they have to try,
And whether, could they choose between,
They would not rather die.

I wonder if when years have piled--
Some thousands--on the cause
Of early hurt, if such a lapse
Could give them any pause;

Or would they go on aching still
Through centuries above,
Enlightened to a larger pain
By contrast with the love."

"I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us - don't tell!
They'd advertise - you know!

How dreary to be somebody!
How public like a frog
To tell one's name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!"

"After great pain, a formal feeling comes
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Toombs
The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,
And Yesterday, or Centuries before?

The Feet, mechanical, go round
Of Ground, or Air, or Ought
A Wooden way
Regardless grown,
A Quartz contentment, like a stone

This is the Hour of Lead
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons recollect the Snow
First-Chill-then Stupor-then the letting go"

"Because I could not stop for Death�
He kindly stopped for me�
The Carriage held but just Ourselves�
And Immortality.

We slowly drove�He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility�

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess�in the Ring�
We passed the fields of Gazing Grain�
We passed the Setting Sun�

Or rather�He passed Us�
The Dews drew quivering and chill�
For only Gossamer, my Gown�
My Tippet�only Tulle�

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground�
The Roof was scarcely visible�
The Cornice�in the Ground�

Since then�'tis Centuries�and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity�"

"A light exists in spring
Not present on the year
At any other period.
When March is scarcely here

A color stands abroad
On solitary hills
That science cannot overtake,
But human naturefeels.

It waits upon the lawn;
It shows the furthest tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
It almost speaks to me.

Then, as horizons step,
Or noons report away,
Without the formula of sound,
It passes, and we stay:

A quality of loss
Affecting our content,
As trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a sacrament."

(Next ones by Edgar Allen Poe) Alone
"From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then - in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life - was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view."

Annabel Lee
"It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we
Of many far wiser than we
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling - my darling - my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea. "

The Raven (Warning VERY long)
"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;
This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you" - here I opened wide the door;
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"
Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;
'Tis the wind and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never - nevermore'."

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!"

A Dream Within A Dream
"Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep - while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?"

To One In Paradise
" Thou wast all that to me, love,
For which my soul did pine-
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.

Ah, dream too bright to last!
Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise
But to be overcast!
A voice from out the Future cries,
"On! on!"- but o'er the Past
(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast!

For, alas! alas! me
The light of Life is o'er!
"No more- no more- no more-"
(Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree
Or the stricken eagle soar!

And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams-
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams."

This last one is Auguries Of Innocence by William Blake.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.

A Robin Red breast in a Cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage.
A dove house fill'd with doves & Pigeons
Shudders Hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his Master's Gate
Predicts the ruin of the State.
A Horse misus'd upon the Road
Calls to Heaven for Human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted Hare
A fibre from the Brain does tear.
A Skylark wounded in the wing,
A Cherubim does cease to sing.
The Game Cock clipp'd and arm'd for fight
Does the Rising Sun affright.
Every Wolf's & Lion's howl
Raises from Hell a Human Soul.
The wild deer, wand'ring here & there,
Keeps the Human Soul from Care.
The Lamb misus'd breeds public strife
And yet forgives the Butcher's Knife.
The Bat that flits at close of Eve
Has left the Brain that won't believe.
The Owl that calls upon the Night
Speaks the Unbeliever's fright.
He who shall hurt the little Wren
Shall never be belov'd by Men.
He who the Ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by Woman lov'd.
The wanton Boy that kills the Fly
Shall feel the Spider's enmity.
He who torments the Chafer's sprite
Weaves a Bower in endless Night.
The Catterpillar on the Leaf
Repeats to thee thy Mother's grief.
Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly,
For the Last Judgement draweth nigh.
He who shall train the Horse to War
Shall never pass the Polar Bar.
The Beggar's Dog & Widow's Cat,
Feed them & thou wilt grow fat.
The Gnat that sings his Summer's song
Poison gets from Slander's tongue.
The poison of the Snake & Newt
Is the sweat of Envy's Foot.
The poison of the Honey Bee
Is the Artist's Jealousy.
The Prince's Robes & Beggars' Rags
Are Toadstools on the Miser's Bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the Lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for Joy & Woe;
And when this we rightly know
Thro' the World we safely go.
Joy & Woe are woven fine,
A Clothing for the Soul divine;
Under every grief & pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
The Babe is more than swadling Bands;
Throughout all these Human Lands
Tools were made, & born were hands,
Every Farmer Understands.
Every Tear from Every Eye
Becomes a Babe in Eternity.
This is caught by Females bright
And return'd to its own delight.
The Bleat, the Bark, Bellow & Roar
Are Waves that Beat on Heaven's Shore.
The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath
Writes Revenge in realms of death.
The Beggar's Rags, fluttering in Air,
Does to Rags the Heavens tear.
The Soldier arm'd with Sword & Gun,
Palsied strikes the Summer's Sun.
The poor Man's Farthing is worth more
Than all the Gold on Afric's Shore.
One Mite wrung from the Labrer's hands
Shall buy & sell the Miser's lands:
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole Nation sell & buy.
He who mocks the Infant's Faith
Shall be mock'd in Age & Death.
He who shall teach the Child to Doubt
The rotting Grave shall ne'er get out.
He who respects the Infant's faith
Triumph's over Hell & Death.
The Child's Toys & the Old Man's Reasons
Are the Fruits of the Two seasons.
The Questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to Reply.
He who replies to words of Doubt
Doth put the Light of Knowledge out.
The Strongest Poison ever known
Came from Caesar's Laurel Crown.
Nought can deform the Human Race
Like the Armour's iron brace.
When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow
To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow.
A Riddle or the Cricket's Cry
Is to Doubt a fit Reply.
The Emmet's Inch & Eagle's Mile
Make Lame Philosophy to smile.
He who Doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you Please.
If the Sun & Moon should doubt
They'd immediately Go out.
To be in a Passion you Good may do,
But no Good if a Passion is in you.
The Whore & Gambler, by the State
Licenc'd, build that Nation's Fate.
The Harlot's cry from Street to Street
Shall weave Old England's winding Sheet.
The Winner's Shout, the Loser's Curse,
Dance before dead England's Hearse.
Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born.
Every Morn & every Night
Some are Born to sweet Delight.
Some ar Born to sweet Delight,
Some are born to Endless Night.
We are led to Believe a Lie
When we see not Thro' the Eye
Which was Born in a Night to Perish in a Night
When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light.
God Appears & God is Light
To those poor Souls who dwell in the Night,
But does a Human Form Display
To those who Dwell in Realms of day."

Pirates of the Caribbean
Theme Park Song(Yo Ho)
Lyrics by Xavier Atencio
Music by George Bruns

"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me

We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot
Drink up me hearties, yo ho
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot
Drink up me hearties, yo ho

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me

We extort, we pilfer, we filch and sack
Drink up me hearties, yo ho
Maraud and embezzle and even high-jack
Drink up me hearties yo ho

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me

We kindle and char, inflame and ignite
Drink up me hearties, yo ho
We burn up the city, we're really a fright
Drink up me hearties, yo ho

We're rascals, scoundrels, villains, and knaves
Drink up me hearties, yo ho
We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs
Drink up me hearties, yo ho

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me

We're beggars and blighters and ne'er do-well cads
Drink up me hearties, yo ho
Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads
Drink up me hearties, yo ho"

I got that song from this site--> http://www.privateerdragons.org/index.html

It has other songs and also has a pirate name generator (for females and males and also a insulting name generator XP) my female pirate name is Corsair Sadie the Temptress and my insulting pirate name is Craven Elf-Skinned Harpy XP