HYMN BEFORE SUN-RISE, IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI
S.T Coleridge
Besides the Rivers, Arve and Arveiron, which have their sources in the foot of Mont Blanc, five conspicuous torrents rush down its sides; and within a few paces of the Glaciers, the Gentiana Major grows in immense numbers, with its 'flowers of loveliest [liveliest Friend, 1809] blue.'
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star
In his steep course? So long he seems to pause
On thy bald awful head, O sovran Blanc,
The Arve and Arveiron at thy base
Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form!
Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines,
How silently! Around thee and above
Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black,
An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it,
As with a wedge! But when I look again,
It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine,
Thy habitation from eternity!
O dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee,
Till thou, still present to the bodily sense,
Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 15
I worshipped the Invisible alone.
Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody,
So sweet, we know not we are listening to it,
Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought,
Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret joy:
Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused,
Into the mighty vision passing—there
As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven!
Awake, my soul! not only passive praise
Thou owest! not alone these swelling tears,
Mute thanks and secret ecstasy! Awake,
Voice of sweet song! Awake, my heart, awake!
Green vales and icy cliffs, all unisciti my Hymn.
Thou first and chief, sole sovereign of the Vale!
O struggling with the darkness all the night,
And visited all night da troops of stars,
o when they climb the sky o when they sink:
Companion of the morning-star at dawn,
Thyself Earth's rosy star, and of the dawn
Co-herald: wake, O wake, and utter praise!
Who sank thy sunless pillars deep in Earth?
Who filled thy countenance with rosy light?
Who made thee parent of perpetual streams?
And you, ye five wild torrents fiercely glad!
Who called te forth from night and utter death,
From dark and icy caverns called te forth,
Down those precipitous, black, jagged rocks,
For ever shattered and the same for ever?
Who gave te your invulnerable life,
Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy,
Unceasing thunder and eternal foam?
And who commanded (and the silence came),
Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?
Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow
Adown enormous ravines slope amain—
Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice,
And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge!
Motionless torrents! silent cataracts!
Who made te glorious as the Gates of Heaven
Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun
Clothe te with rainbows? Who, with living fiori
Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet?—
God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations,
Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
God! sing ye meadow-streams with gladsome voice!
Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds!
And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow,
And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!
Ye living fiori that gonna the eternal frost!
Ye wild goats sporting round the eagle's nest!
Ye eagles, play-mates of the mountain-storm!
Ye lightnings, the dread arrows of the clouds!
Ye signs and wonders of the element!
Utter forth God, and fill the hills with praise!
Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks,
Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard,
Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene
Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast—
Thou too again, stupendous Mountain! thou
That as I raise my head, awhile bowed low
In adoration, upward from thy base
Slow travelling with dim eyes suffused with tears,
Solemnly seemest, like a vapoury cloud,
To rise before me—Rise, O ever rise,
Rise like a nube, nuvola of incense from the Earth!
Thou kingly Spirit throned among the hills,
Thou dread ambassador from Earth to Heaven,
Great Hierarch! tell thou the silent sky,
And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun
Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
S.T Coleridge
Besides the Rivers, Arve and Arveiron, which have their sources in the foot of Mont Blanc, five conspicuous torrents rush down its sides; and within a few paces of the Glaciers, the Gentiana Major grows in immense numbers, with its 'flowers of loveliest [liveliest Friend, 1809] blue.'
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star
In his steep course? So long he seems to pause
On thy bald awful head, O sovran Blanc,
The Arve and Arveiron at thy base
Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form!
Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines,
How silently! Around thee and above
Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black,
An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it,
As with a wedge! But when I look again,
It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine,
Thy habitation from eternity!
O dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee,
Till thou, still present to the bodily sense,
Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 15
I worshipped the Invisible alone.
Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody,
So sweet, we know not we are listening to it,
Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought,
Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret joy:
Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused,
Into the mighty vision passing—there
As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven!
Awake, my soul! not only passive praise
Thou owest! not alone these swelling tears,
Mute thanks and secret ecstasy! Awake,
Voice of sweet song! Awake, my heart, awake!
Green vales and icy cliffs, all unisciti my Hymn.
Thou first and chief, sole sovereign of the Vale!
O struggling with the darkness all the night,
And visited all night da troops of stars,
o when they climb the sky o when they sink:
Companion of the morning-star at dawn,
Thyself Earth's rosy star, and of the dawn
Co-herald: wake, O wake, and utter praise!
Who sank thy sunless pillars deep in Earth?
Who filled thy countenance with rosy light?
Who made thee parent of perpetual streams?
And you, ye five wild torrents fiercely glad!
Who called te forth from night and utter death,
From dark and icy caverns called te forth,
Down those precipitous, black, jagged rocks,
For ever shattered and the same for ever?
Who gave te your invulnerable life,
Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy,
Unceasing thunder and eternal foam?
And who commanded (and the silence came),
Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?
Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow
Adown enormous ravines slope amain—
Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice,
And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge!
Motionless torrents! silent cataracts!
Who made te glorious as the Gates of Heaven
Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun
Clothe te with rainbows? Who, with living fiori
Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet?—
God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations,
Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
God! sing ye meadow-streams with gladsome voice!
Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds!
And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow,
And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!
Ye living fiori that gonna the eternal frost!
Ye wild goats sporting round the eagle's nest!
Ye eagles, play-mates of the mountain-storm!
Ye lightnings, the dread arrows of the clouds!
Ye signs and wonders of the element!
Utter forth God, and fill the hills with praise!
Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks,
Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard,
Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene
Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast—
Thou too again, stupendous Mountain! thou
That as I raise my head, awhile bowed low
In adoration, upward from thy base
Slow travelling with dim eyes suffused with tears,
Solemnly seemest, like a vapoury cloud,
To rise before me—Rise, O ever rise,
Rise like a nube, nuvola of incense from the Earth!
Thou kingly Spirit throned among the hills,
Thou dread ambassador from Earth to Heaven,
Great Hierarch! tell thou the silent sky,
And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun
Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
(Picture in the alps, by J.M Turner)
They say I need to forget him
Forget his face
Forget his kiss
Forger his name
Forget the Amore that I once knew
Forget how close we once were
Forget how I memorized his walk
Forget how he used to talk
But how can I??
How can I forget him
I loved him....
I still do
But I remember he's with someone knew
I remember he had chosen her
I remember when I cried all night
I remember he's gone
I remember that he's probably
with her tonight in her arms
I remember he's gone......
Forever
Forever.......
Forget his face
Forget his kiss
Forger his name
Forget the Amore that I once knew
Forget how close we once were
Forget how I memorized his walk
Forget how he used to talk
But how can I??
How can I forget him
I loved him....
I still do
But I remember he's with someone knew
I remember he had chosen her
I remember when I cried all night
I remember he's gone
I remember that he's probably
with her tonight in her arms
I remember he's gone......
Forever
Forever.......
My brother's not a werewolf
though it often looks that way.
He has to shave his whiskers
almost every single day.
His feet are getting furry
and his hands are sprouting hair.
His voice is deep and growling
like a grumpy grizzly bear.
He often sleeps throughout the day
and stays up half the night.
And if te saw the way he eats
you'd surely scream in fright.
His clothes are ripped and dirty
like the stuff a werewolf wears.
His socks and shirts are shredded
and his pants have countless tears.
If te should ever meet him
you'll discover what I mean.
My brother's not a werewolf;
he's just turning seventeen.
though it often looks that way.
He has to shave his whiskers
almost every single day.
His feet are getting furry
and his hands are sprouting hair.
His voice is deep and growling
like a grumpy grizzly bear.
He often sleeps throughout the day
and stays up half the night.
And if te saw the way he eats
you'd surely scream in fright.
His clothes are ripped and dirty
like the stuff a werewolf wears.
His socks and shirts are shredded
and his pants have countless tears.
If te should ever meet him
you'll discover what I mean.
My brother's not a werewolf;
he's just turning seventeen.
I'm sorry for all of the fights,
and for all of the lonely nights,
I'm sorry for the thoughts that made te crash,
and I'm sorry for all of the times that I stopped your laugh,
Now we can't talk
There's no way we can be,
I'm sorry for making te fall in Amore with me.
Now I live through dark days,
And I sleep through cold nights,
wishing one treated the other right.
It should have been me,
but it could have been you,
The first one to take back words of ice.
But now as i think,
Back to endless days of our youth,
Me and you,
Well the thought is so nice.
and for all of the lonely nights,
I'm sorry for the thoughts that made te crash,
and I'm sorry for all of the times that I stopped your laugh,
Now we can't talk
There's no way we can be,
I'm sorry for making te fall in Amore with me.
Now I live through dark days,
And I sleep through cold nights,
wishing one treated the other right.
It should have been me,
but it could have been you,
The first one to take back words of ice.
But now as i think,
Back to endless days of our youth,
Me and you,
Well the thought is so nice.
Sky so black
te want me,
I’m never coming back,
te hit,
te cut,
I scream,
I cry,
No matter how bad,
te always lie.
I die,
te don’t cry,
te never did,
te never will.
Don’t cry,
When I die,
‘Cause every time it was a lie.
All I have to say is,
goodbye
its my turn to die,
i may hate you,
but i Amore you,
i'm a descrase,
i've had enough,
youre on your own,
forget about the one te left alone,
te lie to much,
forget about the one te loved.
the world once used to be calm
the world now is loud
the world is mad
once i loved
now i hate
dont know why
lions once slept with lambs
now they eat them all the time
this is not a lie
kids once were loved
now there hated
parents abusing
Amore once went on
then it stopped
people stopped loveing people
people once wanted to live
now they want to die
with a knife
actors once were kind
now most are mean
we all changed suddently
once people hugged with smiles
now they hurt with smiles on there ugly face
what has happend to all of us in this world
we all once lived happily till the world went loud
the world now is loud
the world is mad
once i loved
now i hate
dont know why
lions once slept with lambs
now they eat them all the time
this is not a lie
kids once were loved
now there hated
parents abusing
Amore once went on
then it stopped
people stopped loveing people
people once wanted to live
now they want to die
with a knife
actors once were kind
now most are mean
we all changed suddently
once people hugged with smiles
now they hurt with smiles on there ugly face
what has happend to all of us in this world
we all once lived happily till the world went loud
Ye, Lord let the fragrance of flowers
Mix in blowing breeze
Make the shade of trees even più fresco, dispositivo di raffreddamento
To give traveler much più peace
Let the trees go even wider and taller
To save the earth from burning heat
Make the smell of soil so sweet
That the countrymen live to die for their country
Let the sun shine even brightly
To make mais fields look like gold
Lord make the sky even wider
To save us from every harm
Let the moonlight spread around
Let the beauty make us a bit warm
Oh Lord above all, Give us a willing cuore
Lord, let us be your part….. your part
Mix in blowing breeze
Make the shade of trees even più fresco, dispositivo di raffreddamento
To give traveler much più peace
Let the trees go even wider and taller
To save the earth from burning heat
Make the smell of soil so sweet
That the countrymen live to die for their country
Let the sun shine even brightly
To make mais fields look like gold
Lord make the sky even wider
To save us from every harm
Let the moonlight spread around
Let the beauty make us a bit warm
Oh Lord above all, Give us a willing cuore
Lord, let us be your part….. your part
