Henry Wadsworth Longfellow book Voices of the Night
St. 4.
Cf. Andrew Marvell, Upon the Death of Lord Hastings (1649): "Art indeed is long, but life is short".
A Psalm of Life (1839)
Source: Voices of the Night
Song The Carnival Is Over.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow book Voices of the Night
St. 4.
Cf. Andrew Marvell, Upon the Death of Lord Hastings (1649): "Art indeed is long, but life is short".
A Psalm of Life (1839)
Source: Voices of the Night
Prevale (1983) Italian DJ and producer
Original: (it) Vorrei ogni giorno poter sentire il profumo della tua pelle, gradire il sapore di un tuo bacio, ammirare la tua sensualità, percepire la tua dolcezza, ascoltare il battito del tuo cuore, comprendere la profondità della tua anima, gioire con il tuo sorriso, divertirmi con la tua simpatia e poter vivere appieno la tua armonia.
Source: prevale.net
Stevie Ray Vaughan (1954–1990) American guitarist, songwriter and recording artist
"Pride and Joy"
Song lyrics
Kenneth Rexroth (1905–1982) American poet, writer, anarchist, academic and conscientious objector
In Defense of the Earth (1956), She Is Away
Context: Now I know surely and forever,
However much I have blotted our
Waking love, its memory is still
there. And I know the web, the net,
The blind and crippled bird. For then, for
One brief instant it was not blind, nor
Trapped, not crippled. For one heart beat the
Heart was free and moved itself. O love,
I who am lost and damned with words,
Whose words are a business and an art,
I have no words. These words, this poem, this
Is all confusion and ignorance.
But I know that coached by your sweet heart,
My heart beat one free beat and sent
Through all my flesh the blood of truth.
Lionel Richie (1949) American singer-songwriter, musician, record producer and actor
Penny Lover, co-written with Brenda Harvey Richie.
Song lyrics, Can't Slow Down (1983)
“The stream flows,
The wind blows,
The cloud fleets,
The heart beats,
Nothing will die.”
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892) British poet laureate
Nothing Will Die (1830)
Context: When will the stream be aweary of flowing
Under my eye?
When will the wind be aweary of blowing
Over the sky?
When will the clouds be aweary of fleeting?
When will the heart be aweary of beating?
And nature die?
Never, oh! never, nothing will die;
The stream flows,
The wind blows,
The cloud fleets,
The heart beats,
Nothing will die.