Robert Frost.SINsister wrote:Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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As I was going up the stair
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
I wish, I wish he'd go away!
My kids love that one, especially the theatrical macabre Whooooooooo! we give it at the end.
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
I wish, I wish he'd go away!
My kids love that one, especially the theatrical macabre Whooooooooo! we give it at the end.
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X Agosto (Giovanni Pascoli)
San Lorenzo, io lo so perché tanto
di stelle per l'aria tranquilla
arde e cade, perché si gran pianto
nel concavo cielo sfavilla.
Ritornava una rondine al tetto:
l'uccisero: cadde tra i spini;
ella aveva nel becco un insetto:
la cena dei suoi rondinini.
Ora è là , come in croce, che tende
quel verme a quel cielo lontano;
e il suo nido è nell'ombra, che attende,
che pigola sempre più piano.
Anche un uomo tornava al suo nido:
l'uccisero: disse: Perdono;
e restò negli aperti occhi un grido:
portava due bambole in dono.
Ora là , nella casa romita,
lo aspettano, aspettano in vano:
egli immobile, attonito, addita
le bambole al cielo lontano.
E tu, Cielo, dall'alto dei mondi
sereni, infinito, immortale,
oh! d'un pianto di stelle lo inondi
quest'atomo opaco del Male
*google it for a translation*
San Lorenzo, io lo so perché tanto
di stelle per l'aria tranquilla
arde e cade, perché si gran pianto
nel concavo cielo sfavilla.
Ritornava una rondine al tetto:
l'uccisero: cadde tra i spini;
ella aveva nel becco un insetto:
la cena dei suoi rondinini.
Ora è là , come in croce, che tende
quel verme a quel cielo lontano;
e il suo nido è nell'ombra, che attende,
che pigola sempre più piano.
Anche un uomo tornava al suo nido:
l'uccisero: disse: Perdono;
e restò negli aperti occhi un grido:
portava due bambole in dono.
Ora là , nella casa romita,
lo aspettano, aspettano in vano:
egli immobile, attonito, addita
le bambole al cielo lontano.
E tu, Cielo, dall'alto dei mondi
sereni, infinito, immortale,
oh! d'un pianto di stelle lo inondi
quest'atomo opaco del Male
*google it for a translation*
thanks...my Lord...i'm unbeliver
tear up your pants for psicho...and jump on him
tear up your pants for psicho...and jump on him
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Oooh, that's a nice one! Will try that on wee NoorHarvey Winston wrote:As I was going up the stair
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
I wish, I wish he'd go away!
My kids love that one, especially the theatrical macabre Whooooooooo! we give it at the end.
IZ.
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Seems rather popular among Heartlanders then...mh wrote:Robert Frost.SINsister wrote:Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Do not rejoice in his defeat, you men
for though the world has stood up and stopped the bastard
the bitch that bore him is in heat again
for though the world has stood up and stopped the bastard
the bitch that bore him is in heat again
Please don't ban him. No village is complete without an idiot.markfiend wrote:itnAklipse wrote:No, he was an intelligent and sensitive human being - a genius. Quite unlike, say...ooh, i don't know...i'll just pick something at random...you.Consider this a final warning. Are you trying to provoke us into banning you?markfiend wrote:<moderator_mode>
dei please stop insulting other HLers.
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