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Post by Mistress Whiskers on Sept 28, 2007 9:37:11 GMT -6
cool stuff
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Post by Mistress Fangs on Oct 4, 2007 20:30:07 GMT -6
cool stuff
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Oct 25, 2007 0:28:09 GMT -6
thanks.. and here are some sonnets I found in a book of Shakesphere.
Sonnet #1
From fairest creatures we desier increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease His tender heir might bear his memory; But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies - Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament And only hearld to the gaudy spring Within thine own bud buriest thy content, And tender churl mak'st waste in niggarding. Pity the world, or else this glutton be - To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.
Sonnet #3
Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest, Now is the time that face should form another, Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest, Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother. For where is she so fair whose uneared womb Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry? Or who is he so fond will be the tomb Of his self-love to stop posterity? Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime; So thou through windows of thine age shalt see, Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time. But if thou live rememb'red not to be, Die single and thine image dies with thee.
Sonnet #18
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 dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed: But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st, Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest 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.
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Oct 25, 2007 0:53:56 GMT -6
here are some other neat poems I found.
"Fire and Ice" by Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favour fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.
"Darkness" by Lord Byron (this one is kinda long, so bear with me)
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air; Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day, And men forgot their passions in the dread Of this their desolation; and all hearts Were chilled into a selfish prayer for light; And they did live by watchfires—and the thrones, The palaces of crowned kings—the huts, The habitations of all things which dwell, Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed, And men were gathered round their blazing homes To look once more into each other's face; Happy were those which dwelt within the eye Of the volcanoes, and their mountain-torch; A fearful hope was all the world contained; Forests were set on fire—but hour by hour They fell and faded—and the crackling trunks Extinguished with a crash—and all was black. The brows of men by the despairing light Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits The flashes fell upon them: some lay down And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smiled; And others hurried to and fro, and fed Their funeral piles with fuel, and looked up With mad disquietude on the dull sky, The pall of a past world; and then again With curses cast them down upon the dust, And gnashed their teeth and howled; the wild birds shrieked, And, terrified, did flutter on the ground, And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawled And twined themselves among the multitude, Hissing, but stingless—they were slain for food; And War, which for a moment was no more, Did glut himself again;—a meal was bought With blood, and each sate sullenly apart Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left; All earth was but one thought—and that was death, Immediate and inglorious; and the pang Of famine fed upon all entrails—men Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh; The meagre by the meagre were devoured, Even dogs assailed their masters, all save one, And he was faithful to a corse, and kept The birds and beasts and famished men at bay, Till hunger clung them, or the drooping dead Lured their lank jaws; himself sought out no food, But with a piteous and perpetual moan, And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand Which answered not with a caress—he died. The crowd was famished by degrees; but two Of an enormous city did survive, And they were enemies: they met beside The dying embers of an altar-place Where had been heaped a mass of holy things For an unholy usage: they raked up, And shivering scraped with their cold skeleton hands The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath Blew for a little life, and made a flame Which was a mockery; then they lifted up Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld Each other's aspects—saw, and shrieked, and died— Even of their mutual hideousness they died, Unknowing who he was upon whose brow Famine had written Fiend. The world was void, The populous and the powerful was a lump, Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless— A lump of death—a chaos of hard clay. The rivers, lakes, and ocean all stood still, And nothing stirred within their silent depths; Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea, And their masts fell down piecemeal; as they dropped They slept on the abyss without a surge— The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave, The Moon, their mistress, had expired before; The winds were withered in the stagnant air, And the clouds perished! Darkness had no need Of aid from them—She was the Universe!
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Post by Mistress Whiskers on Oct 26, 2007 15:45:44 GMT -6
love the poems. Also, funny facts about the ones from Shakesphere, its said he wrote those to his boy lover.
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Oct 31, 2007 23:37:06 GMT -6
*giggles* really? Anyway, here are some of my fave quotes I have conjured together
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
ANGEL: I can stay in town as long as you want me. BUFFY: How's forever? Does forever work for you?
JINX: She ... bade me come to you. The news of your relationship with the Slayer- BEN: We don't have a relationship. JINX: But ... you attempted to court her, did you not? BEN: You're more fun when I hit you.
BUFFY: Giles, you don't have to help. You cooked. GILES: Oh, come on, I quite like to cook. Helping you two out makes me feel useful. (wiping a dish) DAWN: Wanna clean out the garage on Saturday? You can feel indispensable. GILES: (sarcastic) Hmm, how tempting.
XANDER: Spike must have had her built so he could program her t- BUFFY: (horrified) Oh god. WILLOW: Yikes. Imagine the things- BUFFY: No! No, no imagining. Any of you. XANDER: (raises his hand) Already got the visual.
SPIKE: (quietly) Hello, Buffy. BUFFY: Hey. SPIKE: It's a happy occasion. You meet my friend? BUFFY: No. Not yet. But she seems like a very nice attempt at making me jealous. SPIKE: (small smile) Is it working? BUFFY: (quietly) A little. It doesn't change anything ... but if you're wildly curious, yeah, it hurts. SPIKE: (softly) I'm sorry. (remembers himself) Or, Good!
SPIKE: (quietly) Hello, Buffy. BUFFY: Hey. SPIKE: It's a happy occasion. You meet my friend? BUFFY: No. Not yet. But she seems like a very nice attempt at making me jealous. SPIKE: (small smile) Is it working? BUFFY: (quietly) A little. It doesn't change anything ... but if you're wildly curious, yeah, it hurts. SPIKE: (softly) I'm sorry. (remembers himself) Or, Good!
BUFFY: It just happened, okay? XANDER: (chuckles bitterly) Oh, like, uh, "Say, you're evil. Get on me"?
From the new TV series, Blood Ties:
"You know I like him. I regret drawing him being eaten by hellhounds." -Henry Fitzroy
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Post by Mistress Whiskers on Nov 1, 2007 11:53:58 GMT -6
good quorets.
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Nov 3, 2007 17:06:21 GMT -6
thanks. here's some stuff from my new fave tv shows i now watch Blood Ties: here are some quotes from the series Vicki - "Why would you be trying to stop another bloodsucker, that's hardly professional courtesy is it?" Henry - " I couldn't have something like that running around town and terrifying the masses now could I? Next thing you know the villagers are out with their stakes and torches." Vicki - "It must be that vampire magnetism that I find so tempting." Henry - "My powers of persuasion don't work on you." Vicki - "Then I guess it's just you." Vicki - "I can take care of myself." (walks off) Mike - "Garbage can. Twelve o'clock" Vicki: Can you sniff out whoever did this? Henry: I'm a vampire, not a bloodhound. Henry: Sinead and I were involved before I realized how immersed she was in the dark arts. Vicki: I'll give you one thing. You have the best breakup stories of anyone I know. Henry: Thank you. Vicki: You weren't just at my place, somehow in bed with me, running your hands all over my body? Henry: Well, that depends. Did you enjoy it? Vicki: Henry. Henry: No. Vicki: Are you sure? Henry: I think I'd remember it. Vicki: I want to search the gardener's cottage. Coreen: Meanwhile, I want to search the gardener. Vicki: He's our prime suspect. Coreen: Delicious until proven guilty. Mike: He hasn't sucked your blood, too, has he? Coreen: I wish. Mike: You people are all strange. Vicki: Would one them be named Medusa? Coreen: You've been reading? Vicki: I read! Coreen: Firearms manuals. Vicki to Henry: You're the best lie detector a girl could ever have Mike: I told you to keep your nose out of this. Vicki: Yeah, well I ignored you. Besides, someone's gotta save your cute little ass." Mike: And you're doing a wonderful job by the way. Henry: Where are you going? Vicki: Husband hunting. Henry: (indicating himself) Husband material. Vicki: You're sweet, but you're just not a morning person. Vicki: They're demon brands, Coreen, they're not Hello, Kitty tattoos. (pause) Actually, that would be worse. Mike: Welcome aboard, newbie! Kate: I'm driving. Hey, if you're good, I'll let you play with my siren. Mike: Oh, promises, promises.
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Nov 3, 2007 17:15:44 GMT -6
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Post by Mistress Whiskers on Nov 3, 2007 17:18:26 GMT -6
Awesome quortes.
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Nov 3, 2007 17:51:45 GMT -6
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Post by Mistress Fangs on Nov 3, 2007 20:22:26 GMT -6
fun
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Post by Mistress Whiskers on Nov 3, 2007 20:51:55 GMT -6
I love the one about intamacy.
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Nov 18, 2007 2:16:36 GMT -6
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Nov 18, 2007 2:19:41 GMT -6
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