"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow" is one of the timeless poems written by William Shakespeare. It is one of the most famous soliloquies in William Shakespeare's tragedy Macbeth. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. -- Read by Mark Leder https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-233-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC Hopeless - Jimena Contreras -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/shakespeare-poet-writer-author-67698/ https://pixabay.com/videos/hands-candle-candlelight-prayer-75702/ https://pixabay.com/photos/smoke-backdrop-macro-creative-4988505/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/abstract-shape-to-form-to-dye-1963884/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"To be, or not to be" is one of the timelss poems written by William Shakespeare. It is a part of Shakespeare's well-known play Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 1. To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep, No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub: For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause—there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th'unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action. -- Read by Mark Leder https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-233-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS Music The Blue Pearl - Jesse Gallagher -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/shakespeare-poet-writer-author-67698/ https://pixabay.com/photos/stars-sky-night-starry-sky-1845140/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"The Enemy" is one of the famous poems of the French poet Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867). THE ENEMY My youth swept by in storm and cloudy gloom, Lit here and there by glimpses of the sun; But in my garden, now the storm is done, Few fruits are left to gather purple bloom. Here have I touched the autumn of the mind; And now the careful spade to labor comes, Smoothing the earth torn by waves and wind, Full of great holes, like open mouths of tombs. And who knows if the flowers whereof I dream Shall find, beneath this soil washed like the stream, The force that bids them into beauty start? O grief! O grief! Time eats our life away, And the dark Enemy that gnaws our heart Grows with the ebbing life-blood of his prey! -- Translated by Miss Katharine Hillard. Read by Caprisha Page https://librivox.org/library-of-the-worlds-best-literature-ancient-and-modern-volume-4-by-charles-dudely-warner-ed/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC Ether Real - Density & Time -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/eye-of-horus-eye-of-ra-egypt-gold-6078479/ https://pixabay.com/videos/trees-fog-forest-dark-nature-73290/ https://pixabay.com/photos/sunset-tree-silhouette-dusk-lonely-3156176/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:%C3%89tienne_Carjat,_Portrait_of_Charles_Baudelaire,_circa_1862.jpg Étienne Carjat, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Death" is one of the famous poems of the French poet Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867). DEATH Ho, Death, Boatman Death, it is time we set sail; Up anchor, away from this region of blight: Though ocean and sky are like ink for the gale, Thou knowest our hearts are consoled with the light. Thy poison pour out--it will comfort us well; Yea--for the fire that burns in our brain We would plunge through the depth, be it heaven or hell, Through the fathomless gulf--the new vision to gain. -- Translated for the 'Library of the World's Best Literature.' Read by Caprisha Page https://librivox.org/library-of-the-worlds-best-literature-ancient-and-modern-volume-4-by-charles-dudely-warner-ed/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC For Originz by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Source: http://incompetech.com/music/royalty-free/index.html?isrc=USUAN1100700 Artist: http://incompetech.com/ -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/videos/aurora-borealis-northern-lights-90877/ https://pixabay.com/photos/tombstone-lantern-graveyard-fantasy-2542946/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:%C3%89tienne_Carjat,_Portrait_of_Charles_Baudelaire,_circa_1862.jpg Étienne Carjat, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Be Drunken" is one of the famous prose poems of the French poet Charles Baudelaire. Baudelaire implores the reader to find something in life to be utterly consumed with. He uses “drunken” as a symbol for whatever might give one passion and joy for life — thus distracting them from the oppressive nature of time. -- Be always drunken. Nothing else matters: that is the only question. If you would not feel the horrible burden of Time weighing on your shoulders and crushing you to the earth, be drunken continually. Drunken with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you will. -- Translated by Symons Read by Winston Tharp https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-117/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC Drunken Sailor - Cooper Cannell -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/man-drinking-alcohol-drunk-homeless-7722086/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/human-fantasy-landscape-nature-6051153/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:%C3%89tienne_Carjat,_Portrait_of_Charles_Baudelaire,_circa_1862.jpg Étienne Carjat, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline --

"The Prophet" is one of the great Russian poet Alexander Pushkin. It is one of his more impressive poems, and has been much translated into a lot of other languages. "The Prophet" refers to the biblical story in which God's angel appeared to the prophet Isaiah. According to the plot of the Bible, a person impressed by this meeting became a preacher, but did not meet with understanding among the people. -- Translated by Babette Deutsch and Avrahm Yarmolinsky https://ruverses.com/alexander-pushkin/the-prophet/151/ -- Read by Kevin W. Davidson https://librivox.org/modern-russian-poetry-an-anthology-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC Spirit of Fire - Jesse Gallagher Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/smoke-backdrop-macro-creative-4988505/ https://pixabay.com/photos/stars-sky-night-starry-sky-1845140/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Jesaja_(Michelangelo).jpg Michelangelo, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons --- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Regret" is one of the great poems written by the French Poet Victor Hugo (1802 – 1885), who is considered to be one of the greatest French writers of all time. He wrote internationally-acclaimed novels such as “Les Misérables” and “The Hunchback of Notre-Dame" -- REGRET Yes, Happiness hath left me soon behind! Alas! we all pursue its steps! and when We've sunk to rest within its arms entwined, Like the Phoenician virgin, wake, and find Ourselves alone again. Then, through the distant future's boundless space, We seek the lost companion of our days: 'Return, return!' we cry, and lo, apace Pleasure appears! but not to fill the place Of that we mourn always. I, should unhallowed Pleasure woo me now, Will to the wanton sorc'ress say, 'Begone! Respect the cypress on my mournful brow, Lost Happiness hath left regret--but _thou_ Leavest remorse, alone.' Yet, haply lest I check the mounting fire, O friends, that in your revelry appears! With you I'll breathe the air which ye respire, And, smiling, hide my melancholy lyre When it is wet with tears. Each in his secret heart perchance doth own Some fond regret 'neath passing smiles concealed;-- Sufferers alike together and alone Are we; with many a grief to others known, How many unrevealed! Alas! for natural tears and simple pains, For tender recollections, cherished long, For guileless griefs, which no compunction stains, We blush; as if we wore these earthly chains Only for sport and song! Yes, my blest hours have fled without a trace: In vain I strove their parting to delay; Brightly they beamed, then left a cheerless space, Like an o'erclouded smile, that in the face Lightens, and fades away. -- Read by Phil Schempf https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-174-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC Mysterious Sorrows - Aakash Gandhi -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/smoke-backdrop-macro-creative-4988505/ Painting of Vincent van Gogh https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Vincent_van_Gough_-_Sorrow_(F1655).jpg Vincent van Gogh, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons --- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline ===

"The Vale To You, To Me The Heights - A Fable" is one of the great poems written by the French Poet Victor Hugo (1802 – 1885), who is considered to be one of the greatest French writers of all time. He wrote internationally-acclaimed novels such as “Les Misérables” and “The Hunchback of Notre-Dame" -- A lion camped beside a spring, where came the Bird Of Jove to drink: When, haply, sought two kings, without their courtier herd, The moistened brink, Beneath the palm - they always tempt pugnacious hands - Both travel-sore; But quickly, on the recognition, out flew brands Straight to each core; As dying breaths commingle, o'er them rose the call Of Eagle shrill: "Yon crownèd couple, who supposed the world too small, Now one grave fill! Chiefs blinded by your rage! each bleachèd sapless bone Becomes a pipe Through which siroccos whistle, trodden 'mong the stone By quail and snipe. Folly's liege-men, what boots such murd'rous raid, And mortal feud? I, Eagle, dwell as friend with Leo - none afraid - In solitude: At the same pool we bathe and quaff in placid mood. Kings, he and I; For I to him leave prairie, desert sands and wood, And he to me the sky." --- Read by Bruce Kachuk https://librivox.org/the-vale-to-you-to-me-the-heights-by-victor-hugo/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC Magical Forest - Sir Cubworth -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/joshua-tree-national-park-nature-388136/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/lion-king-portrait-mane-beast-5828328/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline ===

"To the Nightingale" is one of the well-known poems of the English Poet John Milton (1608 – 1674). In this poem the speaker presents a contrast between love and hate, using the symbols of nightingale and cuckoo birds respectively. The theme of the poem is the contrast and strife between love and hate. Its main idea suggests that love eventually prevails. -- O Nightingale, that on yon bloomy Spray Warbl’st at eeve, when all the Woods are still, Thou with fresh hope the Lovers heart dost fill, While the jolly hours lead on propitious May, Thy liquid notes that close the eye of Day, First heard before the shallow Cuccoo’s bill Portend success in love; O if Jove’s will Have linkt that amorous power to thy soft lay, Now timely sing, ere the rude Bird of Hate Foretell my hopeles doom in som Grove ny: As thou from yeer to yeer hast sung too late For my relief; yet hadst no reason why, Whether the Muse, or Love call thee his mate, Both them I serve, and of their train am I. -- Read by Nicolo Cattaruzza https://librivox.org/a-hundred-great-poems-by-various/ -- Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC Angelic Forest - Doug Maxwell_Media Right Productions -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/cuckoo-eurasian-cuckoo-flying-cuckoo-5116434/ https://pixabay.com/photos/nightingale-bird-to-sing-singing-4471972/ https://pixabay.com/photos/sunset-trees-hills-mountains-404072/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:John_Milton_(par_Maulet).jpg Amédée Maulet, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"On the Morning of Christ’s Nativity" is one of the well-known poems of the English Poet John Milton (1608 – 1674). The poem is a long celebratory poem that speaks on the birth of Christ and the wider worldly reaction. Read by Larry Wilson https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-222-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC The Inner Sound - Jesse Gallagher Cantus Firmus Monks - Doug Maxwell_Media Right Productions -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/videos/stars-glitter-sparkle-bright-light-37271/ The Adoration of the Shepherds by Matthias Stom https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Adoration_of_the_sheperds_-_Matthias_Stomer.jpg Matthias Stom, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:John_Milton_(par_Maulet).jpg Amédée Maulet, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"On His Blindness" or "When I Consider How my Light is Spent" is one of the well-known poems of the English Poet John Milton (1608 – 1674). It is a sonnet in which John Milton grapples with his blindness and his worry that it might prevent him from serving God, finding solace in the belief that God values patience and submission. -- When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, “Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?” I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, “God doth not need Either man’s work or his own gifts. Who best bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state is kingly: thousands at his bidding speed, And post o’er land and ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait.” -- Read by Phil Schempf https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-211-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC Melancholy Lake - Sir Cubworth -- Photos and vids Blind Veit Stoss with his granddaughter https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Matejko_Blind_Veit_Stoss.jpg Jan Matejko, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons https://pixabay.com/photos/fantasy-background-image-moon-trees-3664586/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:John_Milton_(par_Maulet).jpg Amédée Maulet, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

Sonnet 18 "Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?" is one of the timeless poems written by William Shakespeare. -- Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st; Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. -- Read by Winston Tharp https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-172-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Trieste - Josh Lippi & The Overtimers -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/eye-of-horus-eye-of-ra-egypt-gold-6078479/ https://pixabay.com/photos/shakespeare-poet-writer-author-67698/ https://pixabay.com/photos/stars-sky-night-starry-sky-1845140/ https://pixabay.com/photos/woman-pretty-portrait-girl-young-3990680/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"All the world's a stage" is one of the timeless poems written by William Shakespeare. It is a part of William Shakespeare's pastoral comedy As You Like It. The poem reflects the idea that life is like a theatrical performance, where individuals play different roles at various stages of their lives. This metaphor suggests that we all have our parts to play, our entrances and exits, and that our experiences shape who we are as characters in the grand drama of existence. It's often quoted to emphasize the transient and performative nature of human life. All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely Players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His Acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. Read by Mark Leder https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-233-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Argonne - Zachariah Hickman -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/eye-of-horus-eye-of-ra-egypt-gold-6078479/ https://pixabay.com/photos/shakespeare-poet-writer-author-67698/ https://pixabay.com/photos/stars-sky-night-starry-sky-1845140/ https://pixabay.com/vectors/comedy-face-theater-tragedy-masks-157719/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/abstract-shape-to-form-to-dye-1963884/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"LEGEND" is a poem written by the German poet Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832). Goethe is considered one of Germany's greatest writers. He is well-known for his world masterpieces such as "Faust" and "Werther", both of which were later turned into well-known operas. -- THERE lived in the desert a holy man To whom a goat-footed Faun one day Paid a visit, and thus began To his surprise: "I entreat thee to pray That grace to me and my friends may be given, That we may be able to mount to Heaven, For great is our thirst for heav'nly bliss." The holy man made answer to this: "Much danger is lurking in thy petition, Nor will it be easy to gain admission; That is not come with an angel's salute; For I see thou wearest a cloven foot." The wild man paused, and then answer'd he: "What doth my goat's foot matter to thee? Full many I've known into heaven to pass Straight and with ease, with the head of an ass!" -- Read by Craig Campbell https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-168-by-various/ --- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Earth Appears - Brian Bolger -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/vectors/faun-goat-man-myth-mythical-2027328/ https://pixabay.com/photos/namibia-deadvlei-panorama-acacia-4820682/ https://pixabay.com/photos/monk-habit-black-isolated-1821093/ https://pixabay.com/photos/goethe-goethe-monument-monument-5841862/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Haste not! Rest not!" is a poem written by the German poet Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832). Goethe is considered one of Germany's greatest writers. He is well-known for his world masterpieces such as "Faust" and "Werther", both of which were later turned into well-known operas. -- Haste not! Rest not! “Ohne Hast, ohne Rast.” WITHOUT haste! without rest! Bind the motto to thy breast; Bear it with thee as a spell: Storm and sunshine guard it well! Heed not flowers that round thee bloom, Bear it onward to the tomb. Haste not! Let no thoughtless deed Mar for aye the spirit’s speed; Ponder well, and know the right; Onward, then, with all thy might. Haste not! Years can ne’er atone For one reckless action done. Rest not! Life is sweeping by; Go and dare before you die: Something mighty and sublime Leave behind to conquer time! Glorious ’t is to live for aye, When these forms have passed away. Haste not! Rest not! Calmly wait; Meekly bear the storms of fate! Duty be thy polar guide,— Do the right, whate’er betide! Haste not! Rest not! Conflicts past, God shall crown thy work at last. --- Read by Craig Campbell https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-195-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Canon in D Major by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Source: http://incompetech.com/music/royalty-free/index.html?isrc=USUAN1100301 Artist: http://incompetech.com/ --- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/eye-of-horus-eye-of-ra-egypt-gold-6078479/ https://pixabay.com/videos/lake-boat-man-trees-forest-nature-87254/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:C%C3%A9zanne_au_chapeau_melon,_par_Paul_C%C3%A9zanne,_esquisse,_York.jpg Paul Cézanne, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons https://pixabay.com/photos/goethe-goethe-monument-monument-5841862/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

“Ozymandias” is a sonnet written in 1817 by the English Romantic poet Percy Bysshe Shelley. Ozymandias was a Greek name for the pharaoh Ramesses II, derived from a part of his throne name, Usermaatre. The poem explores the worldly fate of history and the ravages of time: even the greatest men and the empires they forge are impermanent, their legacies fated to decay into oblivion. -- I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal, these words appear: My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.” -- Read by David Barnes https://librivox.org/ozymandias-of-egypt-by-percy-bysshe-shelley/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Birth of a Hero Music by Bensound.com License code: DFU7RIS0OQAVHPVL -- Photos and vids https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Percy_Bysshe_Shelley._Stahlstich_von_W._Finden,_1833.jpg W. Finden (1787-1852), Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons https://pixabay.com/photos/agamemnon-memnon-colossus-statue-1276302/ https://pixabay.com/photos/wadi-rum-jordan-desert-mountains-5079834/ https://pixabay.com/photos/statue-facial-fate-broken-gemini-873818/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/abstract-shape-to-form-to-dye-1963884/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"To a Skylark" is a well-loved poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley. The poem's speaker addresses the bird directly and praises the purity of its music, later contrasting it with sad, hollow human communication. As an ode to the unmatched splendors of the natural world, and especially its spiritual power, "To a Skylark" remains a quintessential example of Romantic poetry. The poem's unconventional form features a song-like rhyme scheme and bouncy rhythm that subtly mimics the skylark's calls. -- Read by Jason Mills https://librivox.org/to-a-skylark-by-percy-bysshe-shelley/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Frolic - E's Jammy Jams -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/eye-of-horus-eye-of-ra-egypt-gold-6078479/ https://pixabay.com/photos/mountains-village-trees-hills-615428/ https://pixabay.com/photos/skylark-song-bird-songbird-sky-lark-5177165/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/abstract-shape-to-form-to-dye-1963884/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline ===

"Leave This" is the poem number 11 from Rabindranath Tagore’s Gitanjali: An Anthology of Poems. The poem addresses the hypocrisy within our hearts in the name of religion. In our pursuit of God, we truly seem to be running away from Him. Tagore wants the pious ones to go beyond the four walls of their shrines to where god really exists. -- Leave this chanting and singing and telling of beads! Whom dost thou worship in this lonely dark corner of a temple with doors all shut? Open thine eyes and see thy God is not before thee! He is there where the tiller is tilling the hard ground and where the pathmaker is breaking stones. He is with them in sun and in shower, and his garment is covered with dust. Put off thy holy mantle and even like him come down on the dusty soil! -- Read by Milad Sidky -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Aalaap in Raag Jhinjhoti - Sandeep Das, Adhiraj Chaudhuri -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/smoke-backdrop-macro-creative-4988505/ https://pixabay.com/photos/stars-sky-night-starry-sky-1845140/ https://pixabay.com/photos/fantasy-landscape-monument-child-3097474/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/abstract-shape-to-form-to-dye-1963884/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Distant Time" is one of the best poems written by Rabindranath Tagore. It is the poem number 46 from Tagore’s Gitanjali: An Anthology of Poems. In this poem, Tagore emphasizes on the concept of God's all encompassing presence. Tagore is in accordance with the Hindu religious thinking that to search for God is vain, look within oneself, you shall find God there. I know not from what distant time Thou art ever coming nearer to meet me. Thy sun and stars can never keep thee hidden from me for aye. In many a morning and eve thy footsteps have been heard and thy messenger has come within my heart and called me in secret. I know not only why today my life is all astir, and a feeling of tremulous joy is passing through my heart. It is as if the time were come to wind up my work, and I feel in the air a faint smell of thy sweet presence. Read by Rookieblue https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-120/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Bansuri_sample_E_bass.ogg Attribution: own work, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/smoke-backdrop-macro-creative-4988505/ https://pixabay.com/photos/stars-sky-night-starry-sky-1845140/ https://pixabay.com/videos/hands-candle-candlelight-prayer-75702/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/abstract-shape-to-form-to-dye-1963884/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) was one of India’s greatest poets and freedom fighters. Tagore received the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913. Through Tagore's works , the mysticism and sentimental beauty of Indian culture was revealed to the West for the first time. Tagore promoted the spiritual values and the creation of a new world culture founded in multi-culturalism, diversity and tolerance. -- False Religion Those who in the name of faith embrace illusion, kill and are killed Even the atheist gets God’s blessings- Does not boast of his religion; With reverence he lights the lamp of reason And pays his homage not to scriptures, But to the good in man. The bigot insults his own religion When he slays a man of another faith Conduct he judges not in the light of reason; In the temple he raises the blood-stained banner And worships the devil in the name of God. All that is shameful and barbarous through the ages, Has found a shelter in their temples- Those they turn into prison; O, I hear the trumpet call of destruction! Time comes with her great broom Sweeping all refuse away. That which should make man free, They turn into fetters; That which should unite, They turn into sword; That which should bring love from the fountain of the Eternal, They turn into prison And with its waves they flood the world They try to cross the river In a bark riddled with holes, And yet, in their anguish, whom do they blame? O Lord, breaking false religion, Save the blind! Break! O break The altar that is drowned in blood. Let your thunder strike into the prison of false religion, And bring to this unhappy land The light of knowledge -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Kiravani-L_Ramakrishnan.ogg Attribution: L Ramakrishnan, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/blue-swirl-background-935154/ https://pixabay.com/vectors/crayon-pencil-sword-cross-sharp-158637/ https://pixabay.com/photos/smoke-backdrop-macro-creative-4988505/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/abstract-shape-to-form-to-dye-1963884/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Jana Gana Mana" was a song or a poem first written in a Sanskritised form of Bengali by Rabindranath Tagore, the first non-European to win the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913. It was sung in Bengali and Hindi language for the first time in 1911. In 1919 Rabindranath Tagore translated it into English as "The Morning Song of India". In 1950 the Republic of India adopted it as The National Anthem of India. Source of Tagore's poem https://web.archive.org/web/20110810082718/http://india.gov.in/knowindia/national_anthem.php -- Thou art the ruler of the minds of all people, Dispenser of India's destiny. Thy name rouses the hearts of Punjab, Sind, Gujarat and Maratha, Of the Dravida and Orissa and Bengal; It echoes in the hills of the Vindhyas and Himalayas, mingles in the music of Jamuna and Ganges and is chanted by the waves of the Indian Sea. They pray for thy blessings and sing thy praise. The saving of all people waits in thy hand, Thou dispenser of India's destiny. Victory, victory, victory to thee. ---- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Kiravani-L_Ramakrishnan.ogg Attribution: L Ramakrishnan, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons Photos and vids Tagore Photo https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Rabindranath_Tagore_in_1921.jpg Attribution: 堀 市郎, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons Tagore footage https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Tagore_singing_Jana_Gana_Mana.webm Attribution: Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons https://pixabay.com/videos/marathi-maharashtra-pune-lonavala-99994/ https://pixabay.com/videos/particles-stars-twinkling-movement-323/ https://pixabay.com/photos/moon-sky-night-cloudy-moonlight-142977/ https://pixabay.com/photos/indian-flags-indian-boy-outdoors-7382913/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/indian-flag-flag-country-6551909/ TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"My Lady" is a poem written by the Italian Poet Dante Alighieri (1265–1321). Dante is well-known for his poem Divine Comedy which is widely considered one of the most important poems of the Middle Ages and the greatest literary work in the Italian language. -- My Lady So gentle and so gracious doth appear My lady when she giveth her salute, That every tongue becometh trembling, mute; Nor do the eyes to look upon her dare. Although she hears her praises, she doth go Benignly vested with humility; And like a thing come down she seems to be From heaven to earth, a miracle to show. So pleaseth she whoever cometh nigh, She gives the heart a sweetness through the eyes, Which none can understand who doth not prove. And from her countenance there seems to move A spirit sweet and in Love’s very guise, Who to the soul, in going, sayeth: Sigh! -- Translated by CHARLES ELIOT NORTON. Read by Anusha Iyer https://librivox.org/the-worlds-best-poetry-volume-2-part-1/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Portrait of Time - Aakash Gandhi -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/videos/white-rose-rain-drops-slow-motion-32800/ Painting of Princess Alice (1843-78), https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Princess_Alice_1861.jpg Franz Xaver Winterhalter, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"A Lament For Adonis" is a poem written by the ancient Greek poet (poetess) Sappho (c. 630 – c. 570 BC). Sappho has become an icon for lyric poets. Adonis was the beautiful youth who was loved by Aphrodite, the goddess of love. According to the myth, he was killed by a wild boar during a hunting trip and died in Aphrodite’s arms as she wept for him. The poem is a lament, so it’s full of weeping, tears, and grief. It’s a grief without consolation, since Sappho doesn’t believe any of the other gods and goddesses can ease the pain of losing such a beautiful youth as Adonis. -- What shall we do, Cytherea? Lovely Adonis is dying. Ah, but we mourn him! Will You return when the Autumn Purples the earth, and the sunlight Sleeps in the vineyard? Will You return when the Winter Huddles the sheep, and Orion Goes to his hunting? Ah, but thy beauty, Adonis, With the soft spring and the south wind, Love and desire! -- Read by Peter Yearsley https://librivox.org/sappho-one-hundred-lyrics-version-2-by-bliss-carman/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Hopeless - Jimena Contreras -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/smoke-backdrop-macro-creative-4988505/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Luca_Giordano_020.jpg Luca Giordano, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline