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Deja Q Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Aug-22-06 10:11 AM
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"Rapture" defined, does it really sound that pleasant?
Rapture | Rap"ture |
(ra^p"t-ur; 135), n. L. rapere, raptum,
to carry off by force. See Rapid.

1. A seizing by violence; a hurrying along; rapidity with
violence. Obs.
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That 'gainst a rock, or flat, her keel did dash
With headlong rapture. --Chapman.
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2. The state or condition of being rapt, or carried away from
one's self by agreeable excitement; violence of a pleasing
passion; extreme joy or pleasure; ecstasy.
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Music, when thus applied, raises in the mind of the
hearer great conceptions; it strengthens devotion,
and advances praise into rapture. --Addison.
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You grow correct that once with rapture writ.
--Pope.
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3. A spasm; a fit; a syncope; delirium. Obs. --Shak.
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Syn: Bliss; ecstasy; transport; delight; exultation.
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Apart from #2, but I hear no music in the streets, nor am I a sado-masochist...
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GoddessOfGuinness Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Aug-22-06 07:35 PM
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1. What moments divine, what rapture serene...
When they begin the beguine, it brings back the sound of music so tender,
It brings back a night of tropical splendor, it brings back a memory ever green.
I'm with you once more under the stars, and down by the shore an orchestra's playing
Even the palms seem to be swaying, when they begin the beguine.
To live it again is past all endeavor, except when that tune clutches my heart,
And there we are, swearing to love forever, and promising never, never to part.
What moments divine, what rapture serene,
Till clouds come along to disperse the joys we had tasted,
And now when I hear people curse the chance that was wasted,
I know but too well what they mean.
So don't let them begin the beguine, let the love that was once a fire remain an ember;
Let it sleep like the dead desire I only remember when they begin the beguine.
Oh yes, let them begin the beguine, make them play,
Till the stars that were there before return above you,
Till you whisper to me once more, Darling, I love you!
And we suddenly know what heaven we're in, when they begin the beguine
When they begin the beguine.

Cole Porter
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