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Post by donavan on Feb 22, 2021 8:27:50 GMT
The Charge of the Light Brigade BY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON I Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. “Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!” he said. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
II “Forward, the Light Brigade!” Was there a man dismayed? Not though the soldier knew Someone had blundered. Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
III Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volleyed and thundered; Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of hell Rode the six hundred.
IV Flashed all their sabres bare, Flashed as they turned in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wondered. Plunged in the battery-smoke Right through the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reeled from the sabre stroke Shattered and sundered. Then they rode back, but not Not the six hundred.
V Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volleyed and thundered; Stormed at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell. They that had fought so well Came through the jaws of Death, Back from the mouth of hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred.
VI When can their glory fade? O the wild charge they made! All the world wondered. Honour the charge they made! Honour the Light Brigade, Noble six hundred!
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Post by miles on Feb 22, 2021 20:11:40 GMT
In Jr High I had to memorize and recite this poem. It was mandatory in this particular English class. When I was able to choose my own poem to memorize for another class, I picked "The Conqueror Worm" by Poe. Yes I was that kid.
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Post by Terra Incognita on Feb 24, 2021 0:27:58 GMT
Monologue de Don Diègue, dans le Cid de Corneille (Acte I, scène 4)
Ô rage ! Ô désespoir ! Ô vieillesse ennemie ! N’ai-je donc tant vécu que pour cette infamie ? Et ne suis-je blanchi dans les travaux guerriers Que pour voir en un jour flétrir tant de lauriers ? Mon bras, qu’avec respect toute l’Espagne admire, Mon bras, qui tant de fois a sauvé cet empire, Tant de fois affermi le trône de son roi, Trahit donc ma querelle, et ne fait rien pour moi ? Ô cruel souvenir de ma gloire passée ! Œuvre de tant de jours en un jour effacée ! Nouvelle dignité, fatale à mon bonheur ! Précipice élevé d’où tombe mon honneur ! Faut-il de votre éclat voir triompher le comte, Et mourir sans vengeance, ou vivre dans la honte ? Comte, sois de mon prince à présent gouverneur : Ce haut rang n’admet point un homme sans honneur ; Et ton jaloux orgueil, par cet affront insigne, Malgré le choix du roi, m’en a su rendre indigne. Et toi, de mes exploits glorieux instrument, Mais d’un corps tout de glace inutile ornement, Fer, jadis tant à craindre, et qui, dans cette offense, M’as servi de parade, et non pas de défense, Va, quitte désormais le dernier des humains, Passe, pour me venger, en de meilleures mains.
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Post by Introvertigroo on Feb 24, 2021 2:49:19 GMT
No French!
--outgoing Back Porch mayor
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Post by miles on Feb 24, 2021 22:07:42 GMT
Let's push this button and see what happens.
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Post by donavan on Feb 24, 2021 22:25:11 GMT
Let's push this button and see what happens. 🔴
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Post by Terra Incognita on Feb 25, 2021 1:07:46 GMT
Now can you draw the rest of W.C. Fields?
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Post by Terra Incognita on Apr 4, 2021 13:34:23 GMT
I got up this morning and ran around the block five times. Then I got tired, so I put the block back in the toy box.
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Post by donavan on Apr 5, 2021 10:24:20 GMT
I got up this morning, opened the bedroom door and was confronted by hundreds of planes all over the place... I'd left the landing light on.
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Post by Terra Incognita on Apr 10, 2021 16:26:53 GMT
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Post by miles on Apr 15, 2021 18:09:05 GMT
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Post by Terra Incognita on Apr 16, 2021 23:31:37 GMT
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Post by Terra Incognita on Jun 5, 2021 0:16:56 GMT
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Post by bluedemon25 on Jun 5, 2021 0:32:11 GMT
In Jr High I had to memorize and recite this poem. It was mandatory in this particular English class. When I was able to choose my own poem to memorize for another class, I picked "The Conqueror Worm" by Poe. Yes I was that kid. I presented/read aloud this poem (with my very cool teacher's approval) for my English class presentation. I forget what it was on, I think about Shel Silversteen not being exclusively a kid's author and other 60's era stuff. or maybe I'm confusing two presentations. Anyway, it was fun to read this outloud with full approval for h.s. presentation: www.subgenius.com/updates/5-99news/X0028_The_Perfect_High.html
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Post by bluedemon25 on Jun 5, 2021 0:39:44 GMT
Not sure how true this story is, but I've heard this exchange quoted a number of times:
In an interview with Dick Cavett, which appeared in a 1993 television documentary “The Unknown Marx Brothers", Cavett told of Tallulah Bankhead meeting Chico Marx at a party. This was before she had become famous, and when she was still prominent for being the daughter of William B Bankhead, Alabama politician, member of the US House of Representatives and Speaker of the House.
Marx had been cautioned to not display any of his typically crude comments and behaviour. The two met over the punch bowl and exchanged greetings:
Chico: “Miss Bankhead.”
Tallulah: “Mr Marx.”
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Chico: “You know, I really want to fuck you.”
Tallulah: “And so you shall, you old fashioned boy.”
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