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Intro: Let us rant
Let us rant, you young, for soon enough we will die, too old to matter. Soon enough it’s you who at last shall have your day; you shall try your hand. If your plans succeed, you will remember the dead;...
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Sonnet: Utopia
O Let us rant, O young, for soon we die, Too old to matter, let us have our say; For soon enough, your will your hand shall try; Time cometh soon that might you have your day. If you succeed, you’ll...
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Intro 7: Unabashed
An encore of sorts, A sequence is at an end But it demandeth. So calleth now this To occupy. What soul this? What hath I then wrought?Filed under: Introductions Tagged: Art, Arts, Beauty, Forbidden,...
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Sonnet VII: Gilded Fire
What gilded fire hast thou within me lit When once thou hast so deep thy fingers prest; What hale, such perfection doth acquit When light-acquainted fire doth bestow? From lightest dost thou brush, to...
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Sonnet I: Throughout All Time
Throughout, within, the night’s surrounding warm, Distraught of daylight’s merciless advance: One hand to touch, though trembling, my arm; One smile’s joy, one smile’s graceful dance; One kiss...
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Intro 2: My Words, Her Words
By my love’s sweet words Am I, once again, inspired. She bringeth magic! “By any song thou dost sing, my dearest one. To heal, to rest, or to fret the tyme away Only thus, that thou shouldst hold fast...
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Sonnet II: By My Love’s Sweet Words
By any song, in night, that dost thou sing, If with thy lips shalt sing, my dearest one; Or make to sing my soul, thy touch doth bring; Or strong thine arms surroundeth, sing my heart. And when doth...
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This morning I offer up…
…once again, rain! And, a concept in which one so often engages when one writes music. This concept is that of a “pickup beat.” Quite often there might be an extra beat at the beginning of a piece of...
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Intro 4: How I Play
Regarding my music, My sweetheart wrote me a poem; And so beautiful. I fear it was lost, forever lost or taken; lost to both of us. I recall some lines; I remember its structure; But not perfectly. And...
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Sonnet IV: Her Remembrance of My Music
From out his music here doth ’round me spin A fabric, quickly woven, as of light, From golden thread of gossamer, so fine, This shield around me now; and I inside. And here! I see the hues of light...
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Sonnet IX: Thy Bouty
Of mee, my love, hath she my bounty seen, And hath she of this bounty seen but all; Hath seen, as heard, and felt, my music play; If that I love, or that were truly mine; Hath watched me towering...
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