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The Dark Night of the Soul
St John Of the Cross
Am G
On a dark night,
Em Am
Kindled in love with yearnings–oh, happy chance!–
Am D
I went forth without being observed,
Fmaj7 G Am
My house being now at rest.
Eb Bb
In darkness and secure,
F - Cm D7
By the secret ladder, disguised–oh, happy chance!–
Gm Bb
In darkness and in concealment,
C - Eb A7
My house being now at rest.
In the happy night,
In secret, when none saw me,
Nor I beheld aught,
Without light or guide, save that which burned in my
heart.
This light guided me
More surely than the light of noonday
To the place where he (well I knew who!) was awaiting me–
A place where none appeared.
Oh, night that guided me,
Oh, night more lovely than the dawn,
Oh, night that joined Beloved with lover,
Lover transformed in the Beloved!
Upon my flowery breast,
Kept wholly for himself alone,
There he stayed sleeping, and I caressed him,
And the fanning of the cedars made a breeze.
The breeze blew from the turret
As I parted his locks;
With his gentle hand he wounded my neck
And caused all my senses to be suspended.
I remained, lost in oblivion;
My face I reclined on the Beloved.
All ceased and I abandoned myself,
Leaving my cares forgotten among the lilies.
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The Song Of The Wreck - Poem by Charles Dickens
Dm7
The wind blew high, the waters raved,
C Gm
A ship drove on the land,
F C
A hundred human creatures saved
Dm A7
Kneel'd down upon the sand.
Dm Am Dm C
Threescore were drown'd, threescore were thrown
A7
Upon the black rocks wild,
Dm Am
And thus among them, left alone,
Bb C Dm
They found one helpless child.
A seaman rough, to shipwreck bred,
Stood out from all the rest,
And gently laid the lonely head
Upon his honest breast.
And travelling o'er the desert wide
It was a solemn joy,
To see them, ever side by side,
The sailor and the boy.
In famine, sickness, hunger, thirst,
The two were still but one,
Until the strong man droop'd the first
And felt his labors done.
Then to a trusty friend he spake,
'Across the desert wide,
Oh, take this poor boy for my sake!'
And kiss'd the child and died.
Toiling along in weary plight
Through heavy jungle, mire,
These two came later every night
To warm them at the fire.
Until the captain said one day
'O seaman, good and kind,
To save thyself now come away,
And leave the boy behind!'
The child was slumbering near the blaze:
'O captain, let him rest
Until it sinks, when God's own ways
Shall teach us what is best!'
They watch'd the whiten'd, ashy heap,
They touch'd the child in vain;
They did not leave him there asleep,
He never woke again.
Charles Dickens
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Little Nell's Funeral - Poem by Charles Dickens
D Dmaj7
And now the bell, - the bell
F/A G/A A
She had so often heard by night and day
D Dmaj7
And listened to with solemn pleasure,
F/A G/A
E'en as a living voice, -
F G Am7
Rung its remorseless toll for her,
Am7
So young, so beautiful, so good.
Decrepit age, and vigorous life,
And blooming youth, and helpless infancy,
Poured forth, - on crutches, in the pride of strength
And health, in the full blush
Of promise, the mere dawn of life, -
F G Am
To gather round her tomb. Old men were there,
C G
Whose eyes were dim
Am
And senses failing, -
F G Am
Grandames, who might have died ten years ago,
C G Am D
And still been old, - the deaf, the blind, the lame,
Em
The palsied,
D
The living dead in many shapes and forms,
C G Em
To see the closing of this early grave.
F G
What was the death it would shut in,
Am Em Am
To that which still could crawl and keep above it!
Along the crowded path they bore her now;
Pure as the new fallen snow
That covered it; whose day on earth
Had been as fleeting.
Under that porch, where she had sat when Heaven
In mercy brought her to that peaceful spot,
F G Am7
She passed again, and the old church
Am7
Received her in its quiet shade.
They carried her to one old nook,
Where she had many and many a time sat musing,
And laid their burden softly on the pavement.
The light streamed on it through
The colored window, - a window where the boughs
Of trees were ever rustling
In the summer, and where the birds
Sang sweetly all day long.
Charles Dickens
D: xx023x
Dmaj7: xx022x
F/A: x032 xx
G/A: x054xx
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Squire Norton's Song - Poem by Charles Dickens
Fmaj7 C Fmaj7 C
The child and the old man sat alone
G F Am
In the quiet, peaceful shade
Fmaj7 C Fmaj7 C
Of the old green boughs, that had richly grown
G F Am
In the deep, thick forest glade.
Em Am
It was a soft and pleasant sound,
G F
That rustling of the oak;
C G
And the gentle breeze played lightly round
Am D
As thus the fair boy spoke:-
C G D
'Dear father, what can honour be,
C G Am
Of which I hear men rave?
Am C G F
Field, cell and cloister, land and sea,
Am D
The tempest and the grave:-
C G D Em
It lives in all, 'tis sought in each,
C G D
'Tis never heard or seen:
C G D Em
Now tell me, father, I beseech,
C G D
What can this honour mean?'
'It is a name - a name, my child -
It lived in other days,
When men were rude, their passions wild,
Their sport, thick battle-frays.
When, in armour bright, the warrior bold
Knelt to his lady's eyes:
Beneath the abbey pavement old
That warrior's dust now lies.
'The iron hearts of that old day
Have mouldered in the grave;
And chivalry has passed away,
With knights so true and brave;
The honour, which to them was life,
Throbs in no bosom now;
It only gilds the gambler's strife,
Or decks the worthless vow.'
Charles Dickens
Fmaj7: xx355
C: x3x55x
G: 3x54xx
F: 1x32xx
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George Edmund's Song
Am E Am
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around he here;
Am E C G E7
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
C Dm
How like the hopes of childhood's day,
Em Am
Thick clust'ring on the bough!
Dm E7
How like those hopes in their decay-
Am E7 Am
How faded are they now!
Dm Am C G F
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here;
Am E7 F G Am
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
Wither'd leaves, wither'd leaves, that fly before the gale:
Withered leaves, withered leaves, ye tell a mournful tale,
Of love once true, and friends once kind,
And happy moments fled:
Dispersed by every breath of wind,
Forgotten, changed, or dead!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
Charles Dickens
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A Light Exists in Spring
by Emily Dickinson
A G/E
A Light exists in Spring
Bm/A A
Not present on the Year
Em Bm7
At any other period —
A Em
When March is scarcely here
A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.
G Bm7
It waits upon the Lawn,
F#m Em
It shows the furthest Tree
G C G
Upon the furthest Slope you know
Em A
It almost speaks to you.
Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay —
A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament.
A: x0765x
G/E 0x543x
Bm/A: x0443x
The Crocodile
by Lewis Carroll
Em
How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
Eb Abm
And pour the waters of the Nile
D7 Gm
On every golden scale!
How cheerfully he seems to grin!
How neatly spread his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in
With gently smiling jaws!
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The Ash Grove (Thomas)
02:26
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The Ash Grove
F#m/A E/A F#m7 G
Half of the grove stood dead, and those that yet lived made
D A Em
Little more than the dead ones made of shade.
D A Bm F#m
If they led to a house, long before they had seen its fall:
Em G A
But they welcomed me; I was glad without cause and delayed.
Bm Em
Scarce a hundred paces under the trees was the interval -
G A Bm
Paces each sweeter than the sweetest miles - but nothing at all,
Bm A G F#m
Not even the spirits of memory and fear with restless wing,
G A
Could climb down in to molest me over the wall
That I passed through at either end without noticing.
And now an ash grove far from those hills can bring
The same tranquillity in which I wander a ghost
With a ghostly gladness, as if I heard a girl sing
The song of the Ash Grove soft as love uncrossed,
And then in a crowd or in distance it were lost,
But the moment unveiled something unwilling to die
G A Bm
And I had what I most desired, without search or desert or cost.
Edward Thomas
F#m/A: x0767
E/A: x0545
F#m7: 24222x
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How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)
Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1806-1861
E E/A E
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
F#m B G#m C#m
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
F#m B E
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
D# G#m C#m
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
G#m B C#m
I love thee to the level of every day's
D# G#m C#
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
G#m D# G#m
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
[E/A: x0645x]
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The Falling of the Leaves
G D Em D
Autumn is over the long leaves that love us,
Em D C Em
And over the mice in the barley sheaves;
C G D Am
Yellow the leaves of the rowan above us,
C G D Em
And yellow the wet wild-strawberry leaves.
The hour of the waning of love has beset us,
And weary and worn are our sad souls now;
Let us part, ere the season of passion forget us,
With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow.
WB Yeats
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There was a little girl
By Longfellow
C Em
There was a little girl
Am Em
Who had a little curl
F C G
Right in the middle of her forehead.
F C
When she was good,
G Am
She was very good indeed,
C G
But when she was bad
A7
She was horrid.
The Moon
By Robert Louis Stevenson
Fmaj7 Am7 Fmaj7 Em
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
Fmaj7 Am7 Em7
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
F C G Fmaj7
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
Eb Bb G# Gm
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.
The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house,
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out by the light of the moon.
But all of the things that belong to the day
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.
The Rainbow
By Christina Rossetti
Cm Gm
Boats sail on the rivers,
Cm Gm
And ships sail on the seas;
Bb F
But clouds that sail across the sky
Gm C
Are prettier than these.
Cm Gm
There are bridges on the rivers,
Cm Gm
As pretty as you please;
Bb F
But the bow that bridges heaven,
Gm C
And overtops the trees,
D7
And builds a road from earth to sky,
Gm F Dm Gm
Is prettier far than these.
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To Autumn (Keats)
03:55
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To Autumn
By John Keats
F#m/D Am/D A/D D/F#
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Bm F#m G
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
F#m/D Am/D A/D D/F#
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
Bm F#m G
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
F#m Bm
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
F#m - A Bm
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
Em Bm
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
Em G - A
h a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
Fmaj7 C
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
G F#m-G
Until they think warm days will never cease,
D A G
For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
F#m/D: xx067x
Am/D: xx055x
A/D: xx022x
Bm/D :xx043x
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The Bride Praises Her Beloved
She
Em/A Em - Am
My beloved is radiant and ruddy,
D C Em
distinguished among ten thousand.
His head is the finest gold;
his locks are wavy,
black as a raven.
D C
His eyes are like doves
Em
beside streams of water,
F#m Em
bathed in milk,
Bm
sitting beside a full pool.
C G F
His cheeks are like beds of spices,
Em
mounds of sweet-smelling herbs.
C G F
His lips are lilies,
B7
dripping liquid myrrh.
Em Bm
His arms are rods of gold,
Em Bm
set with jewels.
C D
His body is polished ivory
Em
bedecked with sapphires
His legs are alabaster columns,
set on bases of gold.
His appearance is like Lebanon,
choice as the cedars.
His mouth is most sweet,
and he is altogether desirable.
This is my beloved and this is my friend,
O daughters of Jerusalem.
Em/A: x05455
Song of Solomon 5 English Standard Version (ESV)
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La Belle Dame sans Merci: A Ballad
By John Keats
Bm/A A C#m/A F#m
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Bm A E
Alone and palely loitering?
Bm/A A C#m/A F#m
The sedge has withered from the lake,
Bm A C#7
And no birds sing.
D F#m A Bm
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
C#m Bm F#m
So haggard and so woe-begone?
D F#m A Bm
The squirrel’s granary is full,
C#m Bm C#7
And the harvest’s done.
A Bm C#m Bm
I see a lily on thy brow,
A E F#m Bm
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
D A D A
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
F#m D
Fast withereth too.
I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan
I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song.
She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna-dew,
And sure in language strange she said—
‘I love thee true’.
She took me to her Elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.
And there she lullèd me asleep,
And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!—
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.
I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci
Thee hath in thrall!’
I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gapèd wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side.
And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
Bm/A: x0423x
A: x0222x
C#m/A: x0645x
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Speech: “Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow”
By William Shakespeare
(from Macbeth, spoken by Macbeth)
Em9 Em Asus4 A
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
F#m Bm
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
Em9 Em Asus4 A
To the last syllable of recorded time;
F#m Bm A
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
Em D - Em
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
G F#m Bm A
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
Em D F C
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
Am G
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
D A F#m G
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
D A Em
Signifying nothing.
Em9: 0xx07x
Em: 0xx05x
Asus4: x0x03x
A: x0x02x
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Toby Darling Penang, Malaysia
Amateur enthusiast.
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