yes thats right though...everywhere its the same...
"When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us." --*Helen Keller*
This song has been haunting us:
It's of a gentleman soldier
as sentry he did stand
He saluted a fair maiden
by a waiving of his hand
So then he boldly kissed her
and he passed it off as a joke
He drilled her up in the sentry box
wrapped up in a soldier's cloke
And the drums are going a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare you well Polly my dear
I must be going away
All night they tossed and tumbled
till the daylight did appear
The soldier rose, put on his clothes,
saying, Fare you well my dear
For the drums they are a beating
and the fifes they so sweetly play
If it weren't for that Polly my dear
with you I'd gladly stay
And the drums are going a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare you well Polly my dear
I must be going away
Now come you gentleman soldier,
won't you marry me?
Oh no my dearest Polly
such things can never be
for I've a wife already
children I have three
Two wives are allowed in the army
but one's too many for me
And the drums are going a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare you well Polly my dear
I must be going away
If anyone comes a courting you,
you can treat them to a glass
If anyone comes a courting you,
you can say you're a country lass
You needn't ever tell them,
nor pass it off as a joke
That you got drilled in a sentry box
wrapped up in a soldier's cloke
And the drums are going a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare you well Polly my dear
I must be going away
Oh it's come my gentleman soldier,
why didn't you tell me so?
My parents will be angy
when this they come to know
When nine months had been and gone
the poor girl she brought shame
She had a little militia boy
and she didn't know his name
And the drums are going a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare you well Polly my dear
I must be going away
If you believe even a half of this post, you are severely mistaken.
Cruel, but seems real. I hope no other Polly would ever have to come across such a situation, and the same drums or any other ones never do their "rap tap tap" in such a way.Originally Posted by Taliesin
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
I'm waiting for ticuti to post here so I can help
"I am glad to learn my friend that you had not yet submitted yourself to any of the mouldy laws of Literature."
-John Muir
"My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - It gives a lovely light"
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
Ticuti? ...
"I am glad to learn my friend that you had not yet submitted yourself to any of the mouldy laws of Literature."
-John Muir
"My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - It gives a lovely light"
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
Is it just me or is posting help me, help me, help me in different forums and then not consulting those offering help like the 'boy who cried wolf'?
"I am glad to learn my friend that you had not yet submitted yourself to any of the mouldy laws of Literature."
-John Muir
"My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - It gives a lovely light"
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
Whats the matter B-Mental?
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
nothing is the matter, someone was posting for help in several differen places, so I responded to those threads, PM'd and still nothing. Kind of frustrating...but oh well
"I am glad to learn my friend that you had not yet submitted yourself to any of the mouldy laws of Literature."
-John Muir
"My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - It gives a lovely light"
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
oh, well im sure when they return they will really appreciate it.and even if they dont respond, it's the thought that counts.
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
yeah i saw your post in the what are you reading thread. maybe tic had logged out just after you posted and didnt see it? If they log back in later i'm sure someone will help.
"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
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I only recognise Pensive! I think we were involved in a pillow fight too? How u been? Hi to everyone else!
We can never know what to want, because living only one life we can neither compare it with our previous lives, nor perfect it in our lives to come'
Milan Kundera,The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Parce que c'est toi, parce que c'est moi
Hi there
"When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us." --*Helen Keller*
Hey! Welcome back, I remember you fairly well but don't remember any pillow fight or any other fight with you.
I am okay, just a little bit busy these days. What about you?
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
With reference to E.M. Forester's book, A Passage to India; does anyone know what really happened to Adela and Dr, Azis in the Marabar caves? Also, how would you compare this book to Salmon Rushdie's Midnight's Children?
Hi pensive.Hey! Welcome back, I remember you fairly well but don't remember any pillow fight or any other fight with you.
I am okay, just a little bit busy these days. What about you?
sorry mix up. I remember a pillow fight which then became some wrestling match over one of the guys in litnet, all in the name of fun and all my fault. :-) I cant remember exactly who though...Themis and someone I think, I assumed it was you.
What you busy with?
We can never know what to want, because living only one life we can neither compare it with our previous lives, nor perfect it in our lives to come'
Milan Kundera,The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Parce que c'est toi, parce que c'est moi
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