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Јохан Себастијан Бах: Арија Aus Liebe Will Mein Heiland Sterben из Пасије по Матеју:

J.S. Bach, St. Matthew Passion - Aus Liebe Will Mein Heiland Sterben

Aus Liebe,                                        

Aus Liebe will mein Heiland sterben,

Von einer Sünde weiß er nichts.

Daß das ewige Verderben      

Und die Strafe des Gerichts    

Nicht auf meiner Seele bliebe.

Из љубави,

Из љубави пострада Спаситељ мој

а за гријех не зна Он.

Да вјечна пропаст

и праведна казна на Суду

не остану на души мојој.

Неко ко заиста зна њемачки може слободно да исправи овај мој неспретни превод.  slava3

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And Death Shall Have No Dominion

  And death shall have no dominion.

Dead mean naked they shall be one

With the man in the wind and the west moon;

When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,

They shall have stars at elbow and foot;

Though they go mad they shall be sane,

Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;

Though lovers be lost love shall not;

And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.

Under the windings of the sea

They lying long shall not die windily;

Twisting on racks when sinews give way,

Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;

Faith in their hands shall snap in two,

And the unicorn evils run them through;

Split all ends up they shan't crack;

And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.

No more may gulls cry at their ears

Or waves break loud on the seashores;

Where blew a flower may a flower no more

Lift its head to the blows of the rain;

Though they be mad and dead as nails,

Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;

Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,

And death shall have no dominion.

Dylan Thomas

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Да освежим мало ову песничку тему.

He Wishes for the Cloths of t4431

     HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,

     Enwrought with the golden and silver light,

     The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

     Of night and light and half-light,

     I would spread the cloths under your feet

     But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

     I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;

     Tread softly because you tread on my dreams...

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And Death Shall Have No Dominion

 

dizzy999

a evo još malo

Dylan Thomas - And Death Shall Have No Dominion

incredible to think Dylan wrote this when still in scool. His commie mate who run a corner shop in Swansea fell off his stool when Dylan recited this when he was about seventeen.

Geniuses don't come about too often, but when they do, by Christ, you have to get up and have to listen.

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        WHEN I HEARD THE LEARN'D ASTRONOMER

        by: Walt Whitman (1819-1892)

      WHEN I heard the learn'd astronomer,

        When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,

        When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,

        When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,

        How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,

        Till rising and gliding out I wander'd off by myself,

        In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,

        Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.

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There is that in me—I do not know what it is—but I know it is in me.

 

Wrench’d and sweaty—calm and cool then my body becomes;

I sleep—I sleep long.

 

I do not know it—it is without name—it is a word unsaid;

It is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol.

 

Something it swings on more than the earth I swing on;

To it the creation is the friend whose embracing awakes me.

 

Perhaps I might tell more. Outlines! I plead for my brothers and sisters.

 

Do you see, O my brothers and sisters?

It is not chaos or death—it is form, union, plan—it is eternal life—it is HAPPINESS.

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за дивно чудо, и даље је ово једна од мојих омиљених тема  animal030

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CHRIST'S CHILDHOOD.

By Robert Southwell

Till twelve years' age, how Christ His childhood spent

    All earthly pens unworthy were to write;

Such acts to mortal eyes He did present,

    Whose worth not men but angels must recite:

No nature's blots, no childish faults defiled,

Where grace was guide, and God did play the child.

In springing locks lay crouchèd hoary wit,

    In semblant young, a grave and ancient port;

In lowly looks high majesty did sit,

    In tender tongue sound sense of sagest sort:

Nature imparted all that she could teach,

And God supplied where nature could not reach.

His mirth of modest mien a mirror was;

    His sadness temper'd with a mild aspect;

His eye to try each action was a glass,

    Whose looks did good approve and bad correct;

His nature's gifts, His grace, His word and deed,

Well show'd that all did from a God proceed.

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        CONSIDER THE LILIES OF THE FIELD

        by: Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

        FLOWERS preach to us if we will hear:--

        The rose saith in the dewy morn:

        I am most fair;

        Yet all my loveliness is born

        Upon a thorn.

        The poppy saith amid the corn:

        Let but my scarlet head appear

        And I am held in scorn;

        Yet juice of subtle virtue lies

        Within my cup of curious dyes.

        The lilies say: Behold how we

        Preach without words of purity.

        The violets whisper from the shade

        Which their own leaves have made:

        Men scent our fragrance on the air,

        Yet take no heed

        Of humble lessons we would read.

        But not alone the fairest flowers:

        The merest grass

        Along the roadside where we pass,

        Lichen and moss and sturdy weed,

        Tell of His love who sends the dew,

        The rain and sunshine too,

        To nourish one small seed.

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  A Better Ressurection

  I have no wit, no words, no tears;

My heart within me like a stone

Is numbed too much for hopes or fears.

Look right, look left, I dwell alone;

I lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief

No everlasting hills I see;

My life is in the falling leaf:

O Jesus, quicken me.

My life is like a faded leaf,

My harvest dwindled to a husk:

Truly my life is void and brief

And tedious in the barren dusk;

My life is like a frozen thing,

No bud nor greenness can I see:

Yet rise it shall--the sap of spring;

O Jesus, rise in me.

My life is like a broken bowl,

A broken bowl that cannot hold

One drop of water for my soul

Or cordial in the searching cold;

Cast in the fire the perished thing;

Melt and remould it, till it be

A royal cup for Him, my King:

O Jesus, drink of me.

by: Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

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malo ću da srozam temu ovom pesmom ali evo jednog od naših znalaca i umova kako talentovano lupa o Hristu

Jovan Dučić - Pesma Hristu

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THOUGHTS ON JESUS CHRIST'S DESCENT INTO HELL. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

THOUGHTS ON JESUS CHRIST'S DESCENT INTO HELL.

[THE remarkable Poem of which this is a literal

but faint representation, was written when Goethe was only sixteen

years old. It derives additional interest from the fact of its being

the very earliest piece of his that is preserved. The few other

pieces included by Goethe under the title of Religion and Church

are polemical, and devoid of interest to the English reader.]

WHAT wondrous noise is heard around!

Through :cheesy: exulting voices sound,

A mighty army marches on

By thousand millions follow'd, lo,

To yon dark place makes haste to go

God's Son, descending from His throne!

He goes--the tempests round Him break,

As Judge and Hero cometh He;

He goes--the constellations quake,

The sun, the world quake fearfully.

I see Him in His victor-car,

On fiery axles borne afar,

Who on the cross for us expired.

The triumph to yon realms He shows,--

Remote from earth, where star ne'er glows,

The triumph He for us acquired.

He cometh, Hell to extirpate,

Whom He, by dying, wellnigh kill'd;

He shall pronounce her fearful fate

Hark! now the curse is straight fulfill'd.

Hell sees the victor come at last,

She feels that now her reign is past,

She quakes and fears to meet His sight;

She knows His thunders' terrors dread,

In vain she seeks to hide her head,

Attempts to fly, but vain is flight;

Vainly she hastes to 'scape pursuit

And to avoid her Judge's eye;

The Lord's fierce wrath restrains her foot

Like brazen chains,--she cannot fly.

Here lies the Dragon, trampled down,

He lies, and feels God's angry frown,

He feels, and grinneth hideously;

He feels Hell's speechless agonies,

A thousand times he howls and sighs:

"Oh, burning flames! quick, swallow me!"

There lies he in the fiery waves,

By torments rack'd and pangs infernal,

Instant annihilation craves,

And hears, those pangs will be eternal.

Those mighty squadrons, too, are here,

The partners of his cursed career,

Yet far less bad than he were they.

Here lies the countless throng combined,

In black and fearful crowds entwined,

While round him fiery tempests play;

He sees how they the Judge avoid,

He sees the storm upon them feed,

Yet is not at the sight o'erjoy'd,

Because his pangs e'en theirs exceed.

The Son of Man in triumph passes

Down to Hell's wild and black morasses,

And there unfolds His majesty.

Hell cannot bear the bright array,

For, since her first created day.

Darkness alone e'er govern'd she.

She lay remote from ev'ry light

With torments fill'd in Chaos here;

God turn'd for ever from her sight

His radiant features' glory clear.

Within the realms she calls her own,

She sees the splendour of the Son,

His dreaded glories shining forth;

She sees Him clad in rolling thunder,

She sees the rocks all quake with wonder,

When God before her stands in wrath.

She sees He comes her Judge to be,

She feels the awful pangs inside her,

Herself to slay endeavours she,

But e'en this comfort is denied her.

Now looks she back, with pains untold,

Upon those happy times of old,

When those glories gave her joy;

When yet her heart revered the truth,

When her glad soul, in endless youth

And rapture dwelt, without alloy.

She calls to mind with madden'd thought

How over man her wiles prevail'd;

To take revenge on God she sought,

And feels the vengeance it entail'd.

God was made man, and came to earth.

Then Satan cried with fearful mirth:

"E'en He my victim now shall be!"

He sought to slay the Lord Most High,

The world's Creator now must die;

But, Satan, endless woe to thee!

Thou thought'st to overcome Him then,

Rejoicing in His suffering;

But he in triumph comes again

To bind thee: Death! where is thy sting?

Speak, Hell! where is thy victory?

Thy power destroy'd and scatter'd see!

Know'st thou not now the Highest's might?

See, Satan, see thy rule o'erthrown!

By thousand-varying pangs weigh'd down,

Thou dwell'st in dark and endless night.

As though by lightning struck thou liest,

No gleam of rapture far or wide;

In vain! no hope thou there decriest,--

For me alone Messiah died!

A howling rises through the air,

A trembling fills each dark vault there,

When Christ to Hell is seen to come.

She snarls with rage, but needs must cower

Before our mighty hero's power;

He signs--and Hell is straightway dumb.

Before his voice the thunders break,

On high His victor-banner blows;

E'en angels at His fury quake,

When Christ to the dread judgment goes.

Now speaks He, and His voice is thunder,

He speaks, the rocks are rent in sunder,

His breath is like devouring flames.

Thus speaks He: "Tremble, ye accurs'd!

He who from Eden hurl'd you erst,

Your kingdom's overthrow proclaims.

Look up! My children once were ye,

Your arms against Me then ye turn'd,

Ye fell, that ye might sinners be,

Ye've now the wages that ye earn'd.

"My greatest foeman from that day,

Ye led my dearest friends astray,--

As ye had fallen, man must fall.

To kill him evermore ye sought,

'They all shall die the death,' ye thought;

But howl! for Me I won them all.

For them alone did I descend,

For them pray'd, suffer'd, perish'd I.

Ye ne'er shall gain your wicked end;

Who trusts in Me shall never die.

"In endless chains here lie ye now,

Nothing can save you from the slough.

Not boldness, not regret for crime.

Lie, then, and writhe in brimstone fire!

'Twas ye yourselves drew down Mine ire,

Lie and lament throughout all time!

And also ye, whom I selected,

E'en ye forever I disown,

For ye My saving grace rejected

Ye murmur? blame yourselves alone!

"Ye might have lived with Me in bliss,

For I of yore had promis'd this;

Ye sinn'd, and all My precepts slighted

Wrapp'd in the sleep of sin ye dwelt,

Now is My fearful judgment felt,

By a just doom your guilt requited."--

Thus spake He, and a fearful storm

From Him proceeds, the lightnings glow,

The thunders seize each wicked form,

And hurl them in the gulf below.

The God-man closeth Hell's sad doors,

In all His majesty He soars

From those dark regions back to light.

He sitteth at the Father's side;

Oh, friends, what joy doth this betide!

For us, for us He still will fight!

The angels sacred quire around

Rejoice before the mighty Lord,

So that all creatures hear the sound:

"Zebaoth's God be aye ador'd!"

1765.