Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2005 7:02 am
I started a QUote, man!
Where's my head??? Sorry again
Too busy with my bow
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2005 7:56 am
Oh, I'm sooo sorry. Edited it...
Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2005 8:04 am
So where are we?
Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2005 9:48 am
We're completely lost, I'm afraid
Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2005 11:01 am
Looks like I started the QUote "precious stone set in silver sea"
I started the QUote "precious stone set in silver sea" Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2005 2:28 pm
and then I wrote
set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall,
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth,
Renowned for their deeds as far from home,
For Christian service and true chivalry,
As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry,
Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son,
This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land,
Dear for her reputation through the world,
Is now leased out, I die pronouncing it,
Like to a tenement or pelting farm:
England, bound in with the triumphant sea
Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege
Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame,
With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds:
That England, that was wont to conquer others,
Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Are we going to repeat it all? Then we're really lost...
set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall,
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth,
Renowned for their deeds as far from home,
For Christian service and true chivalry,
As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry,
Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son,
This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land,
Dear for her reputation through the world,
Is now leased out, I die pronouncing it,
Like to a tenement or pelting farm:
England, bound in with the triumphant sea
Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege
Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame,
With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds:
That England, that was wont to conquer others,
Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Are we going to repeat it all? Then we're really lost...
Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2005 8:07 pm
let us continue from here, shall we...[QUOTE=Brynn]wrote, "Precious stone[/QUOTE]
burns into ashes
burns into ashes
Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2005 8:36 pm
like CM's Duckie.
Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2005 8:38 pm
but not like
Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2005 8:43 pm
Zenemij's grammatic innacuracy!
Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2005 8:46 pm
I can't spell
Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2005 8:52 pm
well," said the
Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2005 9:03 pm
walrus to the
Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 1:02 am
carpenter, who loved
Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 1:10 am
singing so much
Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 1:11 am
that his lungs
Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 1:12 am
were exhasuted because
Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 1:24 am
he sang his
Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 2:10 am
entire life since
Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 2:14 am
the death of