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Edgar Allan Poe "The Raven"

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Based on the poem by James Innes Randolph






O I'm a good old rebel,
Now that's just what I am.
For this "fair land of freedom"
I do not care at all.
I'm glad I fit against it,
I only wish we'd won,
And I don't want no pardon
For anything I done.
I hates the Constitution,
This great republic too,
I hates the Freedmans' Buro,
In uniforms of blue.
I hates the nasty eagle,
With all his braggs and fuss,
The lyin' thievin' Yankees,
I hates 'em wuss and wuss.
I hates the Yankees nation
And everything they do,
I hates the Declaration,
Of Independence, too.
I hates the glorious Union-
'Tis dripping with our blood-
I hates their striped banner,
I fit it all I could
I followed old mas' Robert
For four year near about,
Got wounded in three places
And starved at Pint Lookout
I cotch the roomatism
A campin' in the snow,
But I killed a chance o'Yankees
I'd like to kill some mo'.
Three hundred thousand Yankees
Is still in Southern dust,
We got three hundred thousand
Before they conquered us.
They died of Southern fever
And Southern steel and shot,
I wish they was three million
Instead of what we got.
I can't take up my musket
And fight 'em now no more,
But I ain't going to love 'em,
Now that is sarten sure,
And I don't want no pardon
For what I was and am.
I won't be reconstructed,
And I don't care a dam.

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IN THE LAND WHERE WE WERE DREAMING
by Daniel Bedinger Lucas
(1836-1909)
Fair were our nation's visions, and as grand
As ever floated out of fancy-land;
Children we were in simple faith,
But god-like children, whom nor death,
Nor threat of danger drove from honor's path --
In the land where we were dreaming!

Proud were our men as pride of birth could render,
As violets our women pure and tender;
And when they spoke, their voices thrill
At evening hushed the whip-poor-will,
At morn the mocking bird was mute and still,
In the land where we were dreaming!

And we had graves that covered more of glory,
Than ever taxed the lips of ancient story;
And in our dreams we wove the thread
Of principles for which had bled,
And suffered long our own immortal dead,
In the land where we were dreaming!

Tho' in our land we had both bond and free,
Both were content, and so God let them be;
Till Northern glances, slanting down,
With envy viewed our harvest sun --
But little recked we, for we still slept on,
In the land where we were dreaming!

Our sleep grew troubled; and our dreams grew wild;
Red meteors flashed across our heaven's field;
Crimson the Moon; between the Twins
Barbed arrows flew in circling lanes
Of light, red Comets tossed their fiery manes
O'er the land where we were dreaming!

Down from her eagle height smiled Liberty,
And waved her hand in sign of victory;
The world approved, and everywhere,
Except where growled the Russian bear,
The brave, the good and just gave us their prayer,
For the land where we were dreaming!

High o'er our heads a starry flag was seen,
Whose field was blanched, and spotless in its sheen;
Chivalry's cross its union bears,
And by his scars each vet'ran swears
To bear it on in triumph through the wars,
In the land where we were dreaming!

We fondly thought a Government was ours --
We challenged place among the world's great powers;
We talk'd in sleep of rank, commission,
Until so life-like grew the vision,
That he who dared to doubt but met derision,
In the land where we were dreaming!

A figure came among us as we slept --
At first he knelt, then slowly rose and wept;
Then gathering up a thousand spears,
He swept across the field of Mars,
Then bowed farewell and walked behind the stars,
From the land where we were dreaming!

We looked again, another figure still
Gave hope, and nerved each individual will;
Erect he stood, as clothed with power;
Self-poised, he seemd to rule the hour,
With firm, majestic sway, -- of strength a tower,
In the land where we were dreaming!

As while great Jove, in bronze, a warder god,
Gazed eastward from the Forum where he stood,
Rome felt herself secure and free, --
So Richmond, we, on guard for thee,
Beheld a bronzed hero, god-like Lee,
In the land where we were dreaming!

As wakes the soldier when the alarum calls, --
As wakes the mother when her infant falls, --
As starts the traveler when around
His sleepy couch the fire-bells sound, --
So woke our nation with a single bound --
In the land where we were dreaming!

Woe! Woe! is us, the startled mothers cried,
While we have slept, our noble sons have died!
Woe! Woe! is us, how strange and sad,
That all our glorious visions fled,
Have left us nothing real but our dead,
In the land where we were dreaming!

And are they really dead, our martyred slain?
No, Dreamers! Morn shall bid them rise again,
From every plain, -- from every height, --
On which they seemed to die for right,
Their gallant spirits shall renew the fight,
In the land where we were dreaming!

Unconquered still in soul, tho' now o'er-run,
In peace, in war, the battle's just begun!
Once this Thyestean banquet o'er,
Grown strong the few who bide their hour,
Shall rise and hurl its drunken guests from power,
In the land where we were dreaming!

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Attila İlhan - I’m Bound to You

I'm bound to you, you can't know
I keep your name in my mind like a nail
Your eyes get bigger and bigger
I'm bound to you, you can't know
I'm warming me inside with you

The trees are getting prepared for the autumn
Is this city that old istanbul?
The clouds are breaking up in the dark
Street lamps are suddenly on
Smell of rain on sidewalks
I'm bound to you, you're not here

To love is sometimes sordidly frightening
One gets tired suddenly at a nightfall
Because of living in captivity at the mouth of a razor
Sometimes his passion breaks his hands
Extracts several lives from his life
Sometimes whichever door he knocks
A naughty humming of loneliness behind it

A poor phonograph is playing in Fatih
A friday from the olden times is playing
If I stop and listen at a corner undisturbed
If I bring to you an unused sky
The weeks are moldering in my hands
Whatever I do, whatever I hold, wherever I go
I'm bound to you, you're not here

Maybe you're the blue dotted child in June
Oh, no one knows you, no one
A cargo boat is leaking at your lonely eyes
Maybe you're getting on a plane at Yeşilkoy
Maybe you're soggy, getting the shiver
Maybe you're blind, broken, in haste
A bad wind is taking your hair away

Whenever I think of a life
Maybe it's hard in this table of wolves
Shameless, but without soiling our hands
Whenever I think of a life
Saying "be quiet" I'm beginning with your name
Your secret seas are moving through me inside
No, it won't be any other way
I am bound to you, you can't know