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Carl-E:
Wonder why...
As Mark Twain has been credited with saying, "History doesn't repeat itself, but it does rhyme."
GarandMarine:
--- Quote from: Carl-E on 27 Mar 2013, 08:10 ---Wonder why...
As Mark Twain has been credited with saying, "History doesn't repeat itself, but it does rhyme."
--- End quote ---
I like the quote from Gundam Wing, Endless Waltz: “History is just like an endless waltz: the first three beats of War, Peace and Revolution continue on forever…”
Edit:
Bona Na Croin
“Neither your collar nor crown Shall I wear — my nose not brown, Nor I some clown in your court, In chains brought — a wolf to town.
By no oath bound to your King, To my Gods alone I sing, Grey shadow hiding from sight To keep the rite from waning.
In red gold you dress these slaves, What throne can forget Nine Waves? In deep caves our flame I shield, Never to yield to such knaves.
Collars serve to reign dogs in, Quell their nerve with shades and sin. Wild wolf’s kin such bangles scorn, Free-born I stay, son of Fionn.
My brothers hunted, slain, skinned. Yet still my cries ride the wind, Numbers thinned, but still we wait, For your hate, we have not sinned.
Now the lone hunters take heed, Upon the Great Stag we feed, Blood for mead. His death our life, Ends this strife, stirs this dried seed.
The old packs come together, Ties that fear cannot sever, Endeavour in pride to stand In the Wolf Land, forever.”
~ This is the poem it came from, I’m not sure of the author, but its meaning is defiance to the British rule in Ireland. (via http://en.allexperts.com/q/Medieval-History-2856/f/phrase.htm)
Stoon:
NSFW
Whoever posted this video got the title wrong. The correct title is Apology.
//www.youtube.com/watch?v=ueV3xY-dT6U
I love the following poem:
//www.youtube.com/watch?v=J8Ypw_ShHaYI wish I had that eroticism and eloquence.
Barmymoo:
My new favourite poem:
I never said I loved you, John:
Why will you tease me day by day,
And wax a weariness to think upon
With always "do" and "pray"?
You Know I never loved you, John;
No fault of mine made me your toast:
Why will you haunt me with a face as wan
As shows an hour-old ghost?
I dare say Meg or Moll would take
Pity upon you, if you'd ask:
And pray don't remain single for my sake
Who can't perform the task.
I have no heart?-Perhaps I have not;
But then you're mad to take offence
That don't give you what I have not got:
Use your common sense.
Let bygones be bygones:
Don't call me false, who owed not to be true:
I'd rather answer "No" to fifty Johns
Than answer "Yes" to you.
Let's mar our plesant days no more,
Song-birds of passage, days of youth:
Catch at today, forget the days before:
I'll wink at your untruth.
Let us strike hands as hearty friends;
No more, no less; and friendship's good:
Only don't keep in veiw ulterior ends, And points not understood
In open treaty. Rise above
Quibbles and shuffling off and on:
Here's friendship for you if you like; but love,-
No, thank you, John.
Christina Rossetti
sitnspin:
Ite, caldi sospiri, al freddo core;
Rompete il ghiaccio che pietá¡ contende,
E se prego mortale al ciel s'intende,
Morte, o merce sia fine al mio dolore
Translation:
Go, burning sighs, into that frozen heart;
Shatter the ice that now with pity vies,
And if a mortal prayer can reach the skies,
Let death or mercy end at last this smart.
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