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K, now you are worrying me even more. Why would an asian girl from New York be sending me a poem about sodomy? regards, Paul Watson Bluegrass South Africa Miszou wrote: I have read the entire internet. on how boring his day was. Crikey! ain't life grand?
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A friend sent me this: She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. --Collins A simple Google later and I find it is part of a larger poem: How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell, a weeping hermit, there. ~William Collins I am not much of a poetry fan and was wondering what, specifically the two lines up top, could mean? regards, Paul Watson Bluegrass South Africa Miszou wrote: I have read the entire internet. on how boring his day was. Crikey! ain't life grand?
You get my txt last night? Regards, Brian Dela :-) http://www.briandela.com[^] IE 6 required.
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You get my txt last night? Regards, Brian Dela :-) http://www.briandela.com[^] IE 6 required.
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Yeah, about hurling? You get my reply, I did send one. regards, Paul Watson Bluegrass South Africa Miszou wrote: I have read the entire internet. on how boring his day was. Crikey! ain't life grand?
No. I didn't get the reply. It'll probablyt arrive sometie this week.. I've noticed that sometiems my txt's get lost on the way from Ireland to South Africa (as in your don't receive some of them). Maybe the reverse it true as well. Regards, Brian Dela :-) http://www.briandela.com[^] IE 6 required.
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A friend sent me this: She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. --Collins A simple Google later and I find it is part of a larger poem: How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell, a weeping hermit, there. ~William Collins I am not much of a poetry fan and was wondering what, specifically the two lines up top, could mean? regards, Paul Watson Bluegrass South Africa Miszou wrote: I have read the entire internet. on how boring his day was. Crikey! ain't life grand?
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A friend sent me this: She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. --Collins A simple Google later and I find it is part of a larger poem: How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell, a weeping hermit, there. ~William Collins I am not much of a poetry fan and was wondering what, specifically the two lines up top, could mean? regards, Paul Watson Bluegrass South Africa Miszou wrote: I have read the entire internet. on how boring his day was. Crikey! ain't life grand?
I think it means that she will place flowers at the grave of a remarkable person.
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No. I didn't get the reply. It'll probablyt arrive sometie this week.. I've noticed that sometiems my txt's get lost on the way from Ireland to South Africa (as in your don't receive some of them). Maybe the reverse it true as well. Regards, Brian Dela :-) http://www.briandela.com[^] IE 6 required.
MFC.NET Application Wizard[^] Mix .NET and MFC easily.Brian Delahunty wrote: I've noticed that sometiems my txt's get lost on the way from Ireland to South Africa It's the bongo drums - sometimes the leather needs replacing before transmission can continue. If the bits fall into the drum they are lost forever. :-O
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I think it means that she will place flowers at the grave of a remarkable person.
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Terry, you have some whacked ideas about foreign politics but I have never ever thought of you as stupid. In fact, whether you care or not, I thought you were quite the braniac. You have interpreted the poem perfectly though. It fell into place when I found out that Elliott Smith (above) had died. The friend who sent me the poem introduced me to Elliott Smith and is a big fan. Thanks :) regards, Paul Watson Bluegrass South Africa Miszou wrote: I have read the entire internet. on how boring his day was. Crikey! ain't life grand?
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Brian Delahunty wrote: I've noticed that sometiems my txt's get lost on the way from Ireland to South Africa It's the bongo drums - sometimes the leather needs replacing before transmission can continue. If the bits fall into the drum they are lost forever. :-O
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Meg's World - Blog Photography - The product of my passionYes, I find that 90% of networking problems are caused by hardware failures at the physical layer, connections, transmission media, etc. A proper network design would include backup bongos with automatic rollover capability. "Your village called -
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Yes, I find that 90% of networking problems are caused by hardware failures at the physical layer, connections, transmission media, etc. A proper network design would include backup bongos with automatic rollover capability. "Your village called -
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A friend sent me this: She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. --Collins A simple Google later and I find it is part of a larger poem: How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell, a weeping hermit, there. ~William Collins I am not much of a poetry fan and was wondering what, specifically the two lines up top, could mean? regards, Paul Watson Bluegrass South Africa Miszou wrote: I have read the entire internet. on how boring his day was. Crikey! ain't life grand?
Who's the babe you're trying to impress with this poem? :rolleyes: -- Here I am now, I'm your saviour. You can see I'm the one!
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Terry, you have some whacked ideas about foreign politics but I have never ever thought of you as stupid. In fact, whether you care or not, I thought you were quite the braniac. You have interpreted the poem perfectly though. It fell into place when I found out that Elliott Smith (above) had died. The friend who sent me the poem introduced me to Elliott Smith and is a big fan. Thanks :) regards, Paul Watson Bluegrass South Africa Miszou wrote: I have read the entire internet. on how boring his day was. Crikey! ain't life grand?
I take it that this friend's gender is female? ;) -- Here I am now, I'm your saviour. You can see I'm the one!
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Who's the babe you're trying to impress with this poem? :rolleyes: -- Here I am now, I'm your saviour. You can see I'm the one!
LOL Steph sent *me* the poem. But yeah, I was hoping to figure it out and show her my brilliance. Alas I had to reply with "No frikkin clue". Thankfully it is not a relationship built on trying to impress each other :) regards, Paul Watson Bluegrass South Africa Miszou wrote: I have read the entire internet. on how boring his day was. Crikey! ain't life grand?