

Howard contra de QuinceyOn the Knocking at the Gate in Macbeth by Thomas de QuinceyHoward contra de Quincey
From my boyish days I had always felt a great perplexity on one point in Macbeth. It was this: the knocking at the gate, which succeeds to the murder of Duncan, produced to my feelings an effect for which I never could account. The effect was, that it reflected back upon the murderer a peculiar awfulness and a depth of solemnity; yet, however obstinately I endeavoured with my understanding to comprehend this, for many years I never could see why it should produce such an effect.
Here I pause for one moment, to exhort the reader never to pay any


Upon the Fading of his MemoryOnce, did I hold her near, but shes set free; And all the words I write to her in worth It seems like to them all fell since my birth Of love, my head drifts light with liberty; As if to say I held in piety The past, but now aloft I violate It all! She too, remembers Im a mate, And loves espoused by theverlasting sea. Now, Im forsaken, as my glory fades And I cannot recall, but my decay How can my verse in tribute but have paid, As memory has reached its final day? A man I am, and grieve when seeing the shade OfUpon the Fading of his Memory


A Little MeditationLaches: Well but, Socrates; did you never observe that some persons, who have had no teachers, are more skilful than those who have, in some things? Socrates: Yes, Laches, I have observed that; but you would not be very willing to trust them if they only professed to be masters of their art, unless they could show some proof of their skill or excellence in one or more works. - Plato, LachesA Little Meditation
There is a Russian school. I do not mean by this any specific school, primary or secondary, which educates its pupils in the Russian language; I mean that when one learns about composers and painters and, by le


Precipitating JewelsUpon this lash of innocence demure, Lie liquid crystals, born of heaven’s sighs. A fluid ribbon's subtlety implies An understated, succulent couture.Precipitating Jewels
And every drop upon my skin so pure Brings forth such lustful flames within thine eyes. Each watery pearl belying glor'ous prize- The promised wealth naiad bodies ensure.
Bejeweled wrists and neck enhance allure. My image serves like heady, sweet champagne- All thoughts but one slip, fall, become obscure. This maiden’s heart you shall quite soon secure.
Yet thy appraising gaze cannot see plain My


breathing firequiet though it burns, a gentle fire does not cease until prohibition of consumption renders it uselessbreathing fire
so too burns within me a desire previously unknown, an innocent longing that i gently pat on the cheek and whisper not yet
but when i cast the occasional glance at your eyes, brown pools of infinity, the hook catches and you reel me
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[PS: They CAPITALIZED e. e. cummings IN THE WIKI ARTICLE!!
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And teeming brain and heart, who never did
Yet promised. You, who called my talents hidden
In a tarnished mind..."
These are the beginnings of a sonnet I tried to write this afternoon. Notice how the punctuation tends to be in the middle of the line? That's enjambment.
Also, read the uber-correct and hyper-excellent Wiki article: [link]
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"In vain doth valour breed" - Milton
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"In vain doth valour breed" - Milton
Care to explain enjambment?
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Youre not my type. Come back after a sex change
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Keep up with all the good stuff you have here!
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Youre not my type. Come back after a sex change
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Wellll, you take a pen...then you take some paper...
Hehehehe
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My parachute didn't open, and when my back up failed.
Pixie dust prevailed.
DO I REMEMBER YOU?! Are you kidding?
Teach me how to write short stories, please...
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Remember me?
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I'm back.
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Priya
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My parachute didn't open, and when my back up failed.
Pixie dust prevailed.
And thanks a lot for letting me know!
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In any case, I wrote a sonnet the other day, and it struck me as very "Jmas-y". Here you go.
Every piece of mine (I try to make it so, at least) contains an argument, a message, some concept to deliver.
Words don't stand on their own if there's no meaning - that's the rule that guides me.
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"claire - will do art for rum"
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Evee.*ETERNITY*
yehh.
a new me.
i guess change doesnt always have to be badd.
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manda esta rosa a todos aquellos a los que quieras incluyendome a mi si tu quieres. vee cuantas veces obtienes esta rosa. si obtienes una docena, significa que eres querido n__n
Translation:[ Send this rose to those who you love including me if you want, And see how many times you get this rose back. If you get a dozen roses, you are dearly loved!]
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Evee.*ETERNITY*
yehh.
a new me.
i guess change doesnt always have to be badd.
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my enemy said to me, "love your enemy."
and i obeyed him and loved myself. gibran
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"In vain doth valour breed" - Milton
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my enemy said to me, "love your enemy."
and i obeyed him and loved myself. gibran
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