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Fight For Freedom | A PC BFBC2 Montage by BjornoIS***o 2000 LIKES FOR THIS SWEET BFBC2 MONTAGE?! :D - Check out BjornolS***o here: - Music: The music in this video is by AudioMachine Check them out at - Special thanks to: Voice actor : Boo ) Pashutin (model for cinematics) - As for us, our days of combat are over. Our swords are rust. Our guns will thunder no more. The vultures that once wheeled over our heads must be buried with their prey. Whatever of glory must be won in the council or the closet, never again in the field. I do not repine. We have shared the incommunicable experience of war; we have felt, we still feel, the passion of life to its top. - Never forget, that we all play videogames. And war is not something to joke about in real life. Real human beings die everyday. For reasons that are corrupted and enforced by power! - For more videos subscribe here - fragtastics - Check out our sponsor Steelseries on: http - ZiiC

The Secret of True Happiness The secret of true happiness (Harvey Newcomb, "The Young Lady's Guide to the Harmonious Development of Christian Character" 1843) The secret of true happiness lies in a cordial acquiescence in the will of God. It is sweet to lie passive in His hand—and know no will but His! The doctrine of a 'particular providence' is precious to the Christian's heart. It enables him to see the hand of God in every event. Hence the sinfulness of a repining, discontented, unsubmissive temper. It is difficult to reconcile the habitual indulgence of such a sinful disposition—with the existence of grace in the heart. The first emotion of the new-born soul is submission to the will of God. We are prone to lose sight of the 'hand of God' in the little difficulties and perplexities which are of every-day occurrence, and to look only at 'second causes'. We often do the same, in more important matters. When we are injured or insulted by others, we are disposed to murmur and complain, and give vent to our indignation against the immediate causes of our distress; forgetting that these are only the 'instruments which God employs' for the trial of our faith, or the punishment of our sins. In this doctrine of the secret agency of divine Providence, we have the strongest motive for a hearty and cheerful resignation to all the troubles and difficulties, trials and afflictions, which come upon us in this life—whatever may be their immediate cause. We know that they are directed by our heavenly Father ...

Photovoltaik - Zoetrope Photovoltaik - Zoetrope (A-Side off the Zoetrope Single released on 6/28/2011) Available for free download at: Lyrics: Spin the wheel, look inside The eye cuts right through the lines Observe haunting visages Graven images Sing when all are aligned This illusion of motion Simulacrum of life on display in the zoetrope A thousand moments spliced together Disconected reality occludes all of our distress Excise all your sins Excise all but this maudlin likeness of type Stitch together the remnants Piece together a life Frame your self as the narrative A context to repine in Fragments dance in the zoetrope Brazen icons aping life As the drum winds down the fiction falters Escapist myths descried Scrawlings and pictographs These stop motion portraits are deceit Our ideals give way to shadow play as the zoetrope repeats These ***ogs pushed into duty Deceive as they may Grin up looking blank their mechanical hearts cold as the lies they convey Spin the wheel; we're desperate for purpose Spin the wheel; we're yearning for dignity I can feel it slowing inertia giving out Fragments dance in the zoetrope Brazen icons aping life As the drum winds down the fiction falters Escapist myths descried Scrawlings and pictographs These stop motion portraits are deceit Our ideals give way to shadow play as our zoetropes repeat Oh so enticing the appeal to re-edit yourself Instead pause the wheel Embrace the truth start by closing your eyes and replacing the toys on ...

Robert Burns - A Prayer, Under the Pressure of violent Anguish (Read by Shirley Henderson) Robert Burns - A Prayer, Under the Pressure of violent Anguish (Read by Shirley Henderson) Be sure to Subscribe! O Thou Great Being! what Thou art, Surpasses me to know: Yet sure I am, that known to Thee Are all Thy works below. Thy creature here before Thee stands, All wretched and distrest; Yet sure those ills that wring my soul Obey Thy high behest. Sure Thou, Almighty, canst not act From cruelty or wrath! O, free my weary eyes from tears, Or close them fast in death! But if I must afflicted be, To suit some wise design; Then man my soul with firm resolves To bear and not repine!

Elder Dobri from Baylovo - Bulgaria This is one part of the film "Mite" produced by the Pokrov Foundation in the year 2000, showing Bulgarian elder Dobri, who is considered for holy man of God. Four years ago, I had the pleasure to meet him and directly delight in his innocent kindness and simplicity. People from Sofia know him as elder Dobri Dobrev from the village Baylovo. He is 96 year old elder who could often be seen standing in front of the church St. Alexander Nevsky or St. Methodius and Cyril and their five disciples with his metal cashbox and begging for money. He gives the collected money for renewing of the monasteries and churches or to the poor people. I met him at the church St. Kyriaki, when I was attending the Holy Liturgy which was led by several bishops, in presence of the graceful relics of St. Stephen Milutin the King. Simply, he entered through the church gate, stood in front of the relics and as a young boy, made few deep bows. That was an amazing scene, especially because of the feeling of unworthiness when God crosses our life-path with one of His righteous men. Kind eyes, pleasant smile, humble look... all that makes him bright in the eyes of those who have met him and without hesitation hurry to get a blessing from this sagacious elder. He wears traditional shoes from raw skin and he all the time rushes somewhere, but he never uses modern transport vehicles. Simply, he loves the ascetic walk. He eats whatever the good people give him and he never repine for his condition. His face ...

A Saturday Afternoon in Orwell Video captured from Second Life. The statue at the shop front took the video. Not much to tell. Click below the video to change the resolution to 420p for best viewing. I did something differently this time, inadvertently affecting video quality : /

IronStein - Hammer Heart Life Through Death are now called IronStein. Here is a live version of this song: Here is our new webpage: Lyrics: I am a man without strength And set apart to be with the dead I've been in the lowest pit I've been in the darkest depths Hammer heart When the road is long and the night is dark Head held high I'll see it through before I die Thy creature stands before you Distressed and close to death So free our weary eyes from tears Or hold them fast in death But if I must be afflicted To suit some wise design Then man my soul with firm resolve To bear and not repine On the dark side of twilight When wings do fold and eyelids fight When the air begins to chill When soft light melts the distant hills Hammer heart When enemies stay and friends depart Head held high And my love for them will never die Thy creature stands before you Distressed and close to death So free our weary eyes from tears Or hold them fast in death But if I must be afflicted To suit some wise design Then man my soul with firm resolve To bear and not repine

My Tribute to Tibet - 547 Granville Images from the internet. Song from 1991 Denson Edition of The Sacred Harp: 547 Granville Tune: Judy Hauff, 1986 Words: Isaac Watts, 1719 Remember, Lord, our mortal state; How frail our lives! how short the date! Where is the man that draws his breath, Safe from disease, secure from death? Lord, while we see whole nations die, Our flesh and sense repine and cry; Must death forever rage and reign? Or hast Thou made mankind in vain?

Purcell - The Summer's Absence Unconcerned We Bear 2/2 6. So happily still 7. These had by their ill usage 1:12 8. But these no more shall we dare repine 3:42 Henry Purcell (1659 - 1695) The King's Consort Robert King

Begone Unbelief 1.Begone, unbelief, My Savior is near, And for my relief Will surely appear; By prayer let me wrestle, And He will perform; With Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm. 2.Though dark be my way, Since He is my Guide, 'Tis mine to obey, 'Tis His to provide; Though cisterns be broken, And creatures all fail, The word He hath spoken Shall surely prevail. 3.His love, in time past, Forbids me to think He'll leave me at last In trouble to sink: Each sweet Ebenezer I have in review Confirms His good pleasure To help me quite through. 4.Why should I complain Of want or distress, Temptation or pain? He told me no less; The heirs of salvation, I know from His Word, Through much tribulation Must follow their Lord. 5.How bitter that cup No heart can conceive, Which He drank quite up, That sinners might live! His way was much rougher And darker than mine; Did Christ, my Lord, suffer, And shall I repine? 6.Since all that I meet Shall work for my good, The bitter is sweet, The medicine, food; Though painful at present, 'Twill cease before long, And then, oh, how pleasant The conqueror's song!

he leadeth me.mp4 1. He leadeth me, O blessed thought! O words with heav'nly comfort fraught! Whate'er I do, where'er I be Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me. * Refrain: He leadeth me, He leadeth me, By His own hand He leadeth me; His faithful foll'wer I would be , For by His hand He leadeth me. 2. Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom, Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom, By waters still, o'er troubled sea, Still 'tis His hand that leadeth me. 3. Lord, I would place my hand in Thine, Nor ever murmur nor repine; Content, whatever lot I see, Since 'tis my God that leadeth me. 4. And when my task on earth is done, When by Thy grace the vict'ry's won, E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, Since God through Jordan leadeth me.

Omar Khayyam - In Praise of Wine "Morn's first rays are glimmering, From the skies the stars are creeping; Rouse, for shame the goblet bring, All too long thou liest sleeping: Open those narcissus eyes, Wake-be happy-and be wise! Why, ungrateful man, repine, When this cup is bright with wine? All my life I've sought in vain, Knowledge and content to gain; All that Nature could unfold Have I in her page unrolled; All of glorious and grand I have sought to understand. 'Twas in youth my early thought, Riper years no wisdom brought, Life is ebbing, sure though slow, And I feel I nothing know. Bring the bowl! at least in this Dwells no shadowed distant bliss; See! I clasp the cup whose power Yields more wisdom in an hour Than whole years of study give, Vainly seeking how to live. Wine dispenses into air Selfish thoughts, and selfish care. Dost thou know why wine I prize? He who drinks all ill defies: And can awhile throw off the thrall Of self, the God we worship-all!"

He Leadeth Me (O Blessed Thought) - Jack Adams He Leadeth Me: O Blessed Thought He leadeth me: O blessed thought! O words with heavenly comfort fraught! Whate'er I do, where'er I be, still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me. Refrain: He leadeth me, he leadeth me, by his own hand he leadeth me; his faithful follower I would be, for by his hand he leadeth me. 2. Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom, sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom, by waters still, o'er troubled sea, still 'tis his hand that leadeth me. (Refrain) 3. Lord, I would place my hand in thine, nor ever murmur nor repine; content, whatever lot I see, since 'tis my God that leadeth me. (Refrain) 4. And when my task on earth is done, when by thy grace the victory's won, e'en death's cold wave I will not flee, since God through Jordan leadeth me. (Refrain)

Firestorm-preview 2011-02-16.mp4 i've been using the Firestorm-preview for about a week. i'm already lovin' it. i know that it's going to have all the options that i'm accustom to using and that make SL that much more addicting. though, it's pretty much bare-bones right now without any of the "Phoenix" tweaks. Just thought i'd show it off a little. didn't have my joystick controls setup yet for flycam.. very short video anyway and i don't usually use the lighting and shadow features either but for some reason my frame rates were acceptable.. must have been slow during that time.. scriptly speaking.

He Leadeth Me- harp Here are the lyrics to this wonderful hymn, what a marvelous thing that God leads his children! He leadeth me, O blessèd thought! O words with heav'nly comfort fraught! Whate'er I do, where'er I be Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me. Chorus: He leadeth me, He leadeth me, By His own hand He leadeth me; His faithful follower I would be, For by His hand He leadeth me. Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom, Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom, By waters still, over troubled sea, Still 'tis His hand that leadeth me. Lord, I would place my hand in Thine, Nor ever murmur nor repine; Content, whatever lot I see, Since 'tis my God that leadeth me. And when my task on earth is done, When by Thy grace the vict'ry's won, E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, Since God through Jordan leadeth me.

days of 49 - dylan - acoustic cover "Copyright music and lyrics reproduced by kind permission of Special Rider -- for original, exclusive performances by Bob Dylan, check-out the official channel at /bobdylan." I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days They call me a bummer and a ginsot too, but what cares I for praise ? I wander around from town to town just like a roving sign And all the people say, "There goes Tom Moore, in the days of '49" In the days of old, in the days of gold How oft'times I repine for the days of old When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49. My comrades they all loved me well, a jolly saucy crew A few hard cases I will recall though they all were brave and true Whatever the pitch they never would flinch, they never would fret or whine Like good old bricks they stood the kicks in the days of '49 In the days of old, in the days of gold How oft'times I repine for the days of old When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49. There was New York Jake, the butcher boy, he was always getting tight And every time that he'd get full he was spoiling for a fight But Jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of old Bob Stein And over Jake they held a wake in the days of '49 In the days of old, in the days of gold How oft'times I repine for the days of old When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49. There was Poker Bill, one of the boys who was always in a game Whether he lost or whether he won, to him it was always the same He would ante up and ...

He Leadeth Me 1. He leadeth me, O blessed thought! O words with heav'nly comfort fraught! Whate'er I do, where'er I be Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me. * Refrain: He leadeth me, He leadeth me, By His own hand He leadeth me; His faithful foll'wer I would be, For by His hand He leadeth me. 2. Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom, Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom, By waters still, o'er troubled sea, Still 'tis His hand that leadeth me. 3. Lord, I would place my hand in Thine, Nor ever murmur nor repine; Content, whatever lot I see, Since 'tis my God that leadeth me. 4. And when my task on earth is done, When by Thy grace the vict'ry's won, E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, Since God through Jordan leadeth me.

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He Leadeth Me by The London Fox Singers He leadeth me: O blessed thought! O words with heavenly comfort fraught! Whate'er I do, where'er I be, still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me. Refrain He leadeth me, he leadeth me, by his own hand he leadeth me; his faithful follower I would be, for by his hand he leadeth me. Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom, sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom, by waters still, o'er troubled sea, still 'tis his hand that leadeth me. Lord, I would clasp thy hand in thine, nor ever murmur nor repine; content, whatever lot I see, since 'tis my God that leadeth me. And when my task on earth is done, when by thy grace the victory's won, e'en death's cold wave I will not flee, since God through Jordan leadeth me.

Lori Sealy - Begone, Unbelief I received an email from a friend with these old lyrics of John Newton (of Amazing Grace fame) attached. The challenge : write a new "Lori" tune for this great old hymn. So here 'tis. I have left most of Mr. Newton's words in tact and have added a new lyric for the chorus. BEGONE, UNBELIEF Begone, unbelief; my Savior is near, and for my relief will surely appear; by prayer let me wrestle, and He will perform; with Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm. Though dark be my way, since He is my guide, tis mine to obey and His to provide; though cisterns be broken and creatures all fail, the Word He has spoken shall surely prevail. His love in time past forbids me to think Hell leave me at last in trouble to sink; while each Ebenezer I have in review confirms His good pleasure to help see me through. Why should I complain of want or distress, temptation or pain? He told me no less; the heirs of salvation, I know from His Word, through much tribulation must follow the Lord. Begone, unbelief! Cruel doubts fly away. Lord I believe - increase my weak faith. Blessed, Son of David have mercy, oh, please Begone, unbelief! Begone far from me! How bitter that cup, no heart can conceive, which He drank right up that sinners might live; His way was much rougher and darker than mine; did Jesus thus suffer, and shall I repine? Since all that I meet shall work for my good, the bitter is sweet, the medicine food; though painful at present, twill cease before long; and then, O how ...

Dakini - Days of 49 [Bob Dylan/Traditional] 04/16/05 In the days of old, in the days of gold How oft'times I repine for the days of old When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49. Download more Dakini mp3's at

Satyricon - Repined *** Nation (at Wacken '04) This is a clip from Wacken Open Air 2004, performed by Satyricon from Norway. This video can be found on an Armageddon Over Wacken 2004 DVD. Encoded, Uploaded & Supported by TheTrueMaverick

Fly fishing Patagonia - Tribute to Jim Repine Spot made by Patagonic Water for El Aura SA Lago Verde wilderness resort in tribute to our friend Jim Repine a legend of fly fishing .

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Escaramouche: a poem by David Hart "Escaramouche" by David Hart (Oppqi denne dvask mork dosig himmel) Behold the sparrows in the whispering trees What is? Who is? Why is? This katzenjammer mien of mine Oh me oh me oh my oh. Spatch***ed into the All in a Vorpal vortex--repining, moiling and resiling. O this bouleversement-- A multifarious truculent Heart--fie upon't foe. A fiesty fantod for this Hobbledehoy who anon Helter-skelter tumbles Through a fulginous Parthian shaft and forthwith Is sent to Coventry Dendroid friends--remosed And at attention in Rectitude. Now, in this scheheradzadian and numinous site. Now, sensing in delight the petrichor. Alas, repining and denying the Eldritch diablerie ooze That ooze is now the denier cri. Viceral quagmire Of sorts Sitting and fidgeting on this bench-- A bel-esprit Attending an interminable Barmicide feast. An appentence for an apposite Arabesque desiring and deserving An absolutely alluring alembic. Rene Descartes you just began to start In a stove in the dark. Now a passel of confabulating Swallows Ebullient in flight Salute a cluster of Obmutescent natty trees. USADavidHart2008 * escaramouche-Fr. skirmish; "sent to coventry"-ostrasize; denier cri-Fr. the latest fashion; petrichor-rain smell after a dry spell; numinous-supernatural mysterious; moil-to work with painful effort 2. to shurn or swirl about continuously; fuliginous-smoky; spatch***-to insert or interpose in a forced or awkward manner; hobbledehoy-n. awkward fellow; parthian shaft-n. last resort ...

Turning 2000 Christmas trees into 20000 How do you make 2000 trees grow to ten times as many? Christmas tree farmer Gordon Repine of Scotia, Pennsylvania, can tell you how Penn State helped him do it -- and how the University continues to help him manage his trees.

Ghost Pepper-Woodworth and Repine Two Soldiers try the Big Will's infamous "Slap Yo MaMa" wing challenge and feel the pain of the worlds hottest pepper

The Pilgrims and Property Rights: How our ancestors got fat & happy The Pilgrims founded their colony at Plymouth Plantation in December 1620 and promptly started dying off in droves. As the colony's early governor, William Bradford, wrote in "Of Plymouth Plantation": "That which was most sadd & lamentable was, that in 2. or 3. moneths time halfe of their company dyed." When the settlers finally stopped croaking, they set about creating a heaven on earth, a society without private property, where all worked for the common good. Everything was shared. Especially ***ing and moaning about working for the common good. Bradford again: "Yong-men that were most able and fitte for labour and service did repine that they should spend their time and streingth to worke for other mens wives and children, with out any recompense....And for men's wives to be commanded to doe service for other men, as dresing their meate, washing their cloaths, etc., they deemed it a kind of slavery, neither could many husbands well brooke it." With nobody working, everybody was suffering. And in case you think nobody was working simply because they couldn't understand a damn thing Bradford was saying, chew on this: In 1623, Bradford and the other leaders "Assigned to every family a parceel of land...this had very good success; for it made all hands very industrious, so as much more torne was planted then other waise would have bene by any means the Govr or any other could use, and saved him a great deall of trouble, and gave farr better contente." In no time at all ...

Joseph Haydn (1732-1809) - The waefu'heart Lorna Anderson soprano Haydn Trio Eisenstadt The waefu'heart ----------------------- Gin[1] living worth could win my heart You wou'd na speak in vain; But in the darksome grave it's laid, Ne'er, ne'er to rise again. My waefu' heart lies low wi' his, Whose heart was only mine; And oh! what a heart was that to lose But I maun no repine[2]. Yet ohi gin heav'n, in mercy, soon Would grant the boon[3] I crave, And take this life, now naething worth, Sin Jamie's in his grave. And see, his gentle spirit comes To shew me on my way, Surprised, nae doubt, I still am here, Sair wond'ring at my stay I come, I come, my Jamie dear, And oh! wi' what gude will! I follow wheresoe'er you lead, Ye canna lead to ill. She said, and soon a deadlie pale Her faded cheek possest; Her waefu' heart forgot to beat Her sorrows sunk to rest! [1]if; [2]must not complain; [3]favour

Jesus - The Beatitudes - He Leadeth Me THE EIGHT BEATITUDES OF JESUS "Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are they who mourn, for they shall be comforted. Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. Blessed are they who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied. Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy. Blessed are the pure of heart, for they shall see God. Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called children of God. Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven." Gospel of St. Matthew 5:3-10 Our Father, Who art in heaven Hallowed be Thy Name; Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen. He Leadeth Me " He leadeth me: O blessed thought! O words with heavenly comfort fraught! Whate'er I do, where'er I be, still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me. He leadeth me, he leadeth me, by his own hand he leadeth me; his faithful follower I would be, for by his hand he leadeth me. Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom, sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom, by waters still, o'er troubled sea, still 'tis his hand that leadeth me. (Refrain) Lord, I would place my hand in thine, nor ever murmur nor repine; content, whatever lot I see, since 'tis my God that leadeth me. (Refrain) And ...

12. OBERON "Scraps From The Operas" by Justin Holland; two guitars Opera: Oberon Composer: Carl Maria von Weber Premiere: London, 1826. Publication series: "Scraps From The Operas Arranged For Two Guitars By Justin Holland" Number: 12 of 20 Published: 1868 Scrap 1: Allegro. This duet between the secondary characters Fatima and Sherasmin is heard in Act 3 of 3. Unfortunately, they find themselves enslaved. Fortunately, they are slaves together! "Why repine? Let's be merry while we may, love our song and joy the chorus, while hope still shines before us!" Scrap 2 (at 0:51): Andante con moto. In Act 2, Puck has just raised up a pavilion of flowers to surround and protect the sleeping Huon. Now, as night comes on, he hears the "witching strain" of the mermaids, "Oh 'tis pleasant to float on the sea." Scrap 3 (at 2:08): Allegretto (tempo indication seems wrong?) Huon sings a martial aria in Act 1 which glorifies the charge of the Christian cavalry. Don't be misled by the pretty melody; the sentiment is, "Mourn, ye maidens of Palestine. Your lovers lie stark in the cold moonshine. Their eyes, which you kissed before they left, are food for the kits and crow." This music also comes around twice in the Overture. *** Justin Holland (1819-1887) was a 19th-century black American guitarist. He was the most important guitarist of his generation. Over 300 of his guitar arrangements were published. His earlier editions predate the Civil War. He would have been a household name to anyone who played guitar in that era of home music-making. Moreover ...

Ethiopian Art: Tadesse Belyneh, Addis Ababa 1997 TADESSE Sculptor, Educator bornAddis Ababa, 1943 educationKine Tibeb Addis Ababa School of Fine Arts, 1958 - 62; Repine Arts Academy, Leningrad, MFA.,1968; Studied Ceramics, Berlin, German Democratic Republic careerInstructor, Addis Ababa School of Fine Arts, 1970-84; Department head, Painting and Sculpture, Ministry of Culture, 1985-88; Director, Addis Ababa School of Fine Arts, 1992 membershipEthiopian artists Association awardsGold Mercury, International award ; Best Fine Arts Instructor of the Year, Addis Ababa, 1986 group exhibitionsHSI, National Theater, Addis Ababa 1971; Addis Ababa City Hall Gallery, 197; National Museum, Addis Ababa, 1990; Addis Ababa University, 1991 public collectionsNational Museum, Addis Ababa; Addis Ababa School of Fine Arts; Church of St. Amanuel, Addis Ababa; Addis Ababa University mediaConcrete, Plaster, Miscellaneous

He Leadeth Me.wmv 1. He leadeth me, O blessed thought! O words with heavnly comfort fraught! Whateer I do, whereer I be Still tis Gods hand that leadeth me. * Refrain: He leadeth me, He leadeth me, By His own hand He leadeth me; His faithful follwer I would be, For by His hand He leadeth me. 2. Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom, Sometimes where Edens bowers bloom, By waters still, oer troubled sea, Still tis His hand that leadeth me. 3. Lord, I would place my hand in Thine, Nor ever murmur nor repine; Content, whatever lot I see, Since tis my God that leadeth me. 4. And when my task on earth is done, When by Thy grace the victrys won, Een deaths cold wave I will not flee, Since God through Jordan leadeth me.

He Leadeth Me He leadeth me, O blessèd thought! O words with heavnly comfort fraught! Whateer I do, whereer I be Still tis Gods hand that leadeth me. Refrain He leadeth me, He leadeth me, By His own hand He leadeth me; His faithful follower I would be, For by His hand He leadeth me. Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom, Sometimes where Edens bowers bloom, By waters still, over troubled sea, Still tis His hand that leadeth me. Refrain Lord, I would place my hand in Thine, Nor ever murmur nor repine; Content, whatever lot I see, Since tis my God that leadeth me. Refrain And when my task on earth is done, When by Thy grace the victrys won, Een deaths cold wave I will not flee, Since God through Jordan leadeth me. Refrain it should encourage us that whatever it is , He leadeth us

Asunder - A Famine from Works Will Come Undone (2006) dawn... into day... into dusk... into dark... into dawn... into day... after day evermore beckon discarnate disenchant unto dust coalesce to form as sphere and strata anneal calming storms still incessant void looms on vibrant stream without origin issues forth ever unfolding myriad's thought and form without end veiled essence perennial woe seeding obverse impermanence unseen the watcher lying in wait a weathered stone alone temples raised to exalt divine temples raised on the shifting sands of time shadows cast then fade away only to repeat again this way and how the days they drift and fade away as thought and form succumb to age for mortal repine or epicidean eterne? one single tear lost I am hunger desire incarnate flesh and bone alone

Sonnet on the Death of Richard West by Thomas Grey In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And redd'ning Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join; Or cheerful fields resume their green attire: These ears, alas! for other notes repine, A different object do these eyes require: My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire. Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men: The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain: I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear, And weep the more, because I weep in vain.

♕ raised from perdition [Castiel/Dean] ❝Though love repine, and reason chafe, There came a voice without reply - 'Tis man's perdition to be safe, When for the truth he ought to die.❞ - Ralph Waldo Emerson ✖ WARNING Contains manips! Remember HD! [720p] Hope you like◄-- ✖ ABOUT This is my version of how Dean got out of Hell, raised from perdition by his angel/friend/boyfriend Castiel (: fandom; supernaturalprogram: Sony Vegas Pro 9.0 comment//rate//subscribe&everything! Twitter's cool.. right? I also spend a lot of my time on Tumblr merlin-and-arthurs-baby- ENJOY! : D © 2011 Waiting4My***yVamp3 Productions , LLC "Copyright DisclaimerUnder Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use." ✖ MADE BY Linox ★

When This Dreadful War Is Ended When this dreadful war is ended, I will come again to you, Tell me dearest ere we sever, Tell me, tell me you'll be true. Though to other scenes I wander, Still your mem'ry pure and bright, In my heart will ever linger, Shining with undying light; Do not weep love, sit beside, Whisper gentle words of cheer, Be not mournful now my darling, Let me kiss away each tear. On the gory field of battle You sweet voice will nerve my hand, And when weary, sad or wounded Your fair image near me stand. In my visions, like some angel, You will turn my grief to bliss; On my pale and fevered forehead I will often feel your kiss. Our dear native land's in danger And we'll calmly bide the time Till this dreadful war is over, And the bells of peace shall chime. When this dreadful war is ended, (Soon I hope the day will come), Love's own star will lead my footsteps Safely back to you and home. Oh! what joy again to meet you When the threat'ning storm is past, And the flag our foes have planted Flies in shreds upon the blast Farewell! farewell! best and dearest, Do not let your heart repine, Though the sky may now look gloomy Soon the sun will brightly shine.

My Lady's Eyes-Shadow Stalker My Lady's Eyes Album: Shadow Stalker-Song's from Vanyel's time sung by: Heather Alexander lyrics: Mercedes Lackey Shadow Stalker and more from Mercedes Lackey can be found at My Lady's Eyes My Lady's eyes are like the skies A soft and sunlit blue No other fair could half compare In sweet midsummer hue My Lady's eyes cannot disguise Her tender, gentle heart She cannot feign, she feels my pain Whenever we must part (Instrumental) Now while I live I needs must give Her all my love and more That she may know I worship so This one that I adore. And while away, I long and pray The days may speed, and then, I heart-ward lie, I flee, I fly, To see her eyes again. (Instrumental) My Lady's eyes, each glance I prize, As gentle as a dove, And would that I could tell her why I dare not speak my love. Too high, as far as any star Her station is to mine, Too wide that space to e'er embrace, Beneath her I repine. (Instrumental)

A Moment of Noir - The Pessimistic Repine

Battlecry......We Are One Song by Battlecry WE ARE ONE BRITANNIA CAN YOU HEAR US WE ARE CALLING FROM THE RIVERS OF BLOOD EMERGING WITH A LION'S ROAR BRITANNIA WE WILL STOP THOSE TEARS FROM FALLING LISTEN TYRANTS FOOLS AND KNAVES BRITONS SHALL NOT BE YOUR SLAVES BRITANNIA CAN YOU SEE US WE ARE COMING TO FIGHT THE FOREIGN INVASION THAT IS DARKENING YOUR SHORES BRITANNIA CAN YOU SEE OUR DAY IS DAWNING NO MORE WILL EVIL BLIND OUR EYES KINDRED PEOPLE NOW ARISE-AND CRY WE-WE ARE ONE WE ARE ALL OF US TOGETHER EVERY DAUGHTER-EVERY SON WE-WE ARE ONE FOR OUR FREEDOM FOR OUR NATIONS FOR NO LONGER WILL WE RUN UNITED IN OUR CAUSE WE WILL NOT FAIL UNITED IN OUR KINGDOM WE ARE STANDING SIDE BY SIDE BRITANNIA ALL OUR LOVE FOR YOU PREVAILS FROM OUR HEARTS TOMORROW SHINES LEAVE OUR OPPRESSORS IN REPINE-TO FIND WE-WE ARE ONE WE ARE ALL OF US TOGETHER EVERY DAUGHTER EVERY SON WE-WE ARE ONE FOR OUR FREEDOM FOE OUR NATIONS FOR NO LONGER WILL WE RUN-YEAH (GUITAR SOLO) THE BNP-TO VICTORY THE BNP-TO VICTORY BRITANNIA CAN YOU SEE US WE ARE COMING TO FIGHT THE FOREIGN INVASION THAT IS DARKENING YOUR SHORES BRITANNIA CAN YOU SEE OUR DAY IS DAWNING FROM OUR HEARTS TOMORROW SHINES LEAVE OUR OPPRESSORS IN REPINE-TO FIND WE-WE ARE ONE WE ARE ALL OF US TOGETHER EVERY DAUGHTER EVERY SON WE-WE ARE ONE FOR OUR FREEDOM FOR OUR NATIONS FOR NO LONGER WILL WE RUN WE-WE ARE ONE WE ARE ALL OF US TOGETHER EVERY DAUGHTER EVERY SON WE-WE ARE ONE FOR OUR FREEDOM FOR OUR NATIONS FOR NO LONGER WILL WE RUN WE-WE ARE ONE WE ARE ONE BNP

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