Chant Quotes - page 2
When someone from Skagafjörður was settled comfortably against our gable-wall and was launched on to the Úlfar-rímur set to a Skagafjörður chant, with that obligatory opening about King Cyrus, there opened up before us a whole wide world of heroic poetry all the way to the Orient, fitfully lit by strange flashes of illumination.
Halldór Laxness
Sweet hymns shall be my chant and woven songs,
For Thou art all for which my spirit longs--
To be within the shadow of Thy hand
And all Thy mystery to understand.
The while Thy glory is upon my tongue,
My inmost heart with love of thee is wrung,
So though Thy mighty marvels I proclaim,
'Tis songs of love wherewith I greet Thy name.
Yehuda he-Hasid
The very first role I ever played was as a 17-year old South African girl who dreamed of being a star and left home to meet her mother in the big city so that she could pursue that dream. I left South Africa and met my mother in Vancouver and not long after that was given the opportunity to perform on the stage and have people chant my name.
Kandyse McClure
Heart of my heart, the world is young;
Love lies hidden in every rose!
Every song that the skylark sung
Once, we thought, must come to a close:
Now we know the spirit of song,
Song that is merged in the chant of the whole,
Hand in hand as we wander along,
What should we doubt of the years that roll?
Alfred Noyes
She was stretched on her back beneath the pear tree soaking in the alto chant of the visiting bees, the gold of the sun and the panting breath of the breeze when the inaudible voice of it all came to her. She saw a dust-bearing bee sink into the sanctum of a bloom; the thousand sister-calyxes arch to meet the love embrace and the ecstatic shiver of the tree from root to tiniest branch creaming in every blossom and frothing with delight.
Zora Neale Hurston
The sweetest lives are those to duty wed, Whose deeds, both great and small Are close-knot strands of an unbroken thread There love ennobles all. The world may sound no trumpets, ring no bells The book of life the shining record tells. Thy love shall chant its own beatitudes After its own life-workings. A childs kiss Set on thy sighing lips shall make thee glad A poor man served by thee shall make thee rich A sick man helped by thee shall make thee strong Thou shalt serve thyself by every sense, Of service which thou renderest.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Rama Rama Rama Rama Sita Rama you chant
Do with devotion, and get the release you want...
As those Yama hordes arrive, to bid you to come
Spirit tries to escape the throat, Hari's name will not come
Body systems cease working and our relative are bemoaning
Name of the Ocean-daughter's lord will it come to your asking?
When your breath is blocked by phlegm in your throat
Vasudev Krishna's name will be of no use then to shout
When you beautiful body breaks down and falls apart
As your eyes get blurred and dead, Ranga's name will not depart
When your body juices mix up and collect down below
As the elements disintegrate, uttering God's name will it allow.
Having born as a wicked and done many a cruel deed
As soul departs, Puranadara Vittala's name will not proceed.
Purandara Dasa
Rama, Rama, Rama chant, this grand
Lord's name do not forget in mind
With nine orifices this jam-packed city
Five kings ruling there with all majesty
They guard this body with all the vanity
Do not get spoiled believing this mendacity.
This insecure body, just a bony cage
Tightly wrapped with a cover of skin
Full of sewage, slush, and germs within
Do not rely on this sewn up cartilage
Respected by the recurring Brahmas and celestials
Take Hari's name with His supreme credentials
Pray the feet of Purandara Vittala
And get rid of the fear of the evils all.
Purandara Dasa
This is bliss, This is bliss, This is bliss, I proclaim
The real happiness lies in the chant of Lord's name.
One should be on the banks of river of life firm like rocks along,
One should be a powerful bow in the midst of the strong.
One should softly adore Lord's greatness in heart within,
Be like a lump of sugar to his kith and kin
One should keep correcting wisely his body and mind.
And pay respects to the great and sages kind.
One should be like fish in the Madhva philosophy ocean,
And be pure in his practice of the Triple Expression”.
One should ever be alert to grasp knowledge that abound,
And think of Lord (Sri Hari) night and day around.
One should pay respects to the servants of the Lord,
Purnadar Vittala the God of this world.
Purandara Dasa
At the same time we had best try, as innocently as may be, to realise that no final judgement has yet been pronounced, either by the Church or by Society or by Science, on either or any of these points; and until mankind finally settles to a certainty where it means to go, or whether it means to go anywhere,- what its object is, or whether it has an object,- Saint Francis may still prove to have been its ultimate expression. In that case, his famous Chant,- the Cantico del Sole,- will be the last word of religion, as it was probably its first.
Henry Adams
