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Sunday, 28 February 2010
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Happy birthday  Asayu 19:09:03 |
 | Happy birthday to me.
Wish me all the best, cheers comrades |
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| Hello milka 19:02:16 |
 | Hello!I want to find new friends |
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| touch my soul... Cornelia Heil 17:36:34 |
 | This poems sisters Bronte very interesting and touch my soul...
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| Appeal. Ann Bronte Cornelia Heil 17:32:00 |
| APPEAL
Oh, I am very weary,
Though tears no longer flow;
My eyes are tired of weeping,
My heart is sick of woe;
My life is very lonely,
My days pass heavily,
I'm weary of repining,
Wilt thou not come to me ?
Oh, didst thou know my longins
For thee, from day to day,
My hopes, so often blighted,
Thou wouldst not thus delay !
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| Lines composed in a wood on a windy day. Ann Bronte Cornelia Heil 17:30:49 |
| LINES COMPOSED IN A WOOD ON A WINDY DAY
My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring
And carried aloft on the wings of the breez;
For above and around me the wild wind is roaring,
Arousing to rapture the earth and the seas.
The long withered grass in the sunshine is glancing,
The bare trees are tossing their branches on high;
The dead leaves, beneath them, are merrily dancing,
the white clouds are scuddind across the blue sky.
I wish I coukd see how the ocean is lashing
The foam of its billows to whirlwinds of spray;
I wish icould see how its proud waves are dashing,
And hear the wild roar of their thunder today !
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| Simpathy. Emilly Bronte Cornelia Heil 17:28:58 |
| SIMPATHY
There should be not despair for you
While nightly stars are burning;
While evening pours its silent dew
And sunshine gilds the morning.
The should be not desrair – though tears
May flow down like a river:
Are not the best beloved of years
Around your heart for ever ?
They weep, you weep, if must be so;
Winds sigh as you are sighing,
And Winter sheds his grief is snow
Where Autumn's leaves are lying.
Yet, thes revive, and from their fate
Your fate cannot be parted:
Then, jorney on, if not elate,
Still, never broken-hearted !
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| Cornelia Heil 17:22:25 |
| The entry is for me only. |
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| Foreword Nice girl 13:25:49 |
 | Hello!
My name Nastya. I'm 12. My birthday 12 may. I'm love swim
The rest know at chat
Not your Nice girl
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| Life. Sharlotte Bronte Cornelia Heil 12:43:29 |
| LIFE
Life, believe, is not a dream
So darc as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why laments its fall ?
Rapidly, merrily,
Life's sunny hours flit by,
Gratefully, cheerily,
Enjoy them as they fly !
What though Death at times steps in,
And calls our Best away ?
What though sorrow seems to win,
O'er hope, a heawy sway ?
Yet hope again elastic springs,
Unconquered, though she fell;
Still buoyant are her golden wings,
Still strong to bear us well.
Manfully, fearlessly,
The day of trial bear,
For gloriously, victoriously,
Can courage quell despair !
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| I do not die at the hands of the weak Ciel Fantomhaiv 09:25:29 |
 | -My lord ...
-what?
-I ...
-what?
-I do not want you to kill.
-you funny.
-why?
-you have to.
-why?
-because you're holding a knife at my throat.
-but I can remove your hand!
-you can not.
-why?
-then what do you want blood.
-Why do you think that?
-on pain in your golden eyes, the nervous tremor in his hand, and ...
-What?
-on attempts to divert his victim from her fate.
-But you're not my victim.
-Fulfill the last will?
-My lord, this is not the least your will ...
-Turned, I ask.
-Yes
-Then listen. I never want to die from the hands of the weak.
-my Lord, but if I kill you ...
-something you broke my will. look for another killer.
-yes, my Lord.
steps and gnashing of teeth servants. a sly grin on his face a little gentleman.
-fool, who would you not found, they are all weak, as long as even such as you are weak. |
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