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 Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2005 2:13 pm
Enter stranger but take heed,
For what waits inside is the sin of greed.
For those who take but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors,
A treasure that was never yours.
Thief you have been warned beware,
Of finding more than treasure there.
Harry Potter SOS- J.K. Rowling.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2005 2:22 pm
Hmm, the thing that comes to mind first is that litany against fear that is present in the Dune series. I always thought that sounded interesting, but I could never remember more than the first couple of lines.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2005 2:28 pm
Fantasy Moon Hmm, the thing that comes to mind first is that litany against fear that is present in the Dune series. I always thought that sounded interesting, but I could never remember more than the first couple of lines. Hmm if you have the book handy, type it out and post it, I'd love to read it. 3nodding
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2005 2:45 pm
This isn't really in the story itself, but it's in the front because there is an allusion to it in the story. It's from In the Forests of the Night by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes. This is my favorite poem of all time.
The Tiger
Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp?
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars throw down their spears,
And water heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the Lamb, make thee?
Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
William Blake
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2005 2:53 pm
golden_eyed_mystery This isn't really in the story itself, but it's in the front because there is an allusion to it in the story. It's from In the Forests of the Night by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes. This is my favorite poem of all time. The Tiger Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? and what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp? Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars throw down their spears, And water heaven with their tears, Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the Lamb, make thee? Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye, Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? William Blake Omgosh, William Blake wrote my favorite poem aswell! "To see the world in a grain of sand, and heaven in a wild flower. Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, and eternity in an hour."
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2005 3:58 pm
Pavlovs_Dog Fantasy Moon Hmm, the thing that comes to mind first is that litany against fear that is present in the Dune series. I always thought that sounded interesting, but I could never remember more than the first couple of lines. Hmm if you have the book handy, type it out and post it, I'd love to read it. 3nodding I'm sorry that I don't have one of the books at the moment... I think it might have been posted in one of the other threads, but that could take a while to locate. sweatdrop
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 5:08 pm
I absolutely love some of the songs from "The Hobbit" by JRR Tolkien. I used to sing them outloud sometimes.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 6:58 pm
WHEEL OF TIME SONGS! Booyeah!
tinker in the kitchen, with a job of work to do
misstress up above, slipping on a robe of blue
she dances down the stair case
her fancies oh so free
crying "tinker dear old tinker, won't you mend a pot for me?"
tinker in the kitchen.
book 5
Wash the spears; as the sun climbs high
Wash the spears;As the sun falls low
Wash the spears; Who fears to die?
Wash the spears; No one i know!
wash the spears, by the aiel
book 5-11
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 4:51 pm
golden_eyed_mystery This isn't really in the story itself, but it's in the front because there is an allusion to it in the story. It's from In the Forests of the Night by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes. This is my favorite poem of all time. The Tiger Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? and what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp? Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars throw down their spears, And water heaven with their tears, Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the Lamb, make thee? Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye, Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? William Blake oh that is one of my favorite authors... amelia atwater rhodes, and yes i love that poem to, it is so cute. razz
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2005 12:04 am
Rabid Nozomi I absolutely love some of the songs from "The Hobbit" by JRR Tolkien. I used to sing them outloud sometimes. Those little elves and hobbits and their long winding songs...brings back such good memories. xp
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 2:34 pm
SSDD
"Same s**t, Different Day"
-Dreamcatcher
by: Stephan King
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 3:09 pm
'Tis the Last Rose of Summer
Sir John Stevenson, 1761-1833
'Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming all alone,
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone.
No flower of her kindred,
No rose bud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.
I'll not leave thee, thou lone one,
To pine on the stem;
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go sleep thou with them;
'Thus kindly I scatter
Thy leaves o'er the bed
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.
So soon may I follow
When friendships decay,
And from love's shining circle
The gems drop away!
When true hearts lie withered
And fond ones are flown
Oh! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?
That was in The Moonstone by Wilkie Collins. Sergeant Cuff hums it to himself when he is in deep thought.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 6:24 am
Here's a long one from Michael Z. Williamson's "Freehold", its accually Kipling's "The Roman Centurion's Song" but I found it in this book-
Legate, I had heard news last night- my cohort ordered home
By ships to Portus Itius and thence by road to Rome.
I've marched the companies aboard, the arms are stowed below:
Now let another take my sword. Command me not to go!
I've served in Britain forty years, from Vectis to the Wall.
I have none other home than this, nor any life at all.
Last night, I did not understand, but, now the hour draws near
That calls me to my native land, I feel that land is here.
Here where men say my name was made, here where my work was done;
Here where my dearest dead are laid-my wife-my wife and son;
Here where time, custom, grief and toil, age, memory, service, love,
Have rooted me in British soil. Ah, how can I remove?
For me this land, that sea, these airs, those folk and fields suffice.
What purple Southern pomp can match our changeful northern skies,
Black with December snows unshed or pearled with August haze-
The changing arch of steel-grey March, or June's long-lighted days?
You'll follow widening Rhodanus till vine and olive lean
Asland before the sunny breeze that sweeps Nemausus clean
To Arelate's triple gate; but let me linger on,
Here where our stiff-necked British oaks confront Euroclydon!
You'll take the old Aurelian Road through shore-descending pines
Where, blue as any peacock's neck, the Tyrrhene Ocean shines.
You'll go where laurel crowns are won, but-will you e'er forget
The scent of hawthorn in the sun, or bracken in the wet?
Let me work here for Britain's sake-at any task you will-
A marsh to drain, a road to make or native troops to drill.
Some Western camp (I know the Pict) or grantite Border keep,
Mid seas of heather derelict, where our old messmates sleep.
Legate, I come to you in tears-My cohort ordered home!
I've served in Britain forty years. What should I do in Rome?
Here is my heart, my soul, my mind-the only life I know.
I cannont leav it all behind. Command me not to go!
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 3:10 pm
Rabid Nozomi I absolutely love some of the songs from "The Hobbit" by JRR Tolkien. I used to sing them outloud sometimes. Ditto. 3nodding
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 10:45 pm
Its a Poem From redwall..They kinda use it as a prayer but to me its a poem XD
here it is
"Fur and whisker, tooth and claw,
all who enter by our door.
Nuts and herbs, eaves and fruits,
Berries, tubers, plants and roots,
Silver Fish whose life we take
only for a meal to make."
its not that good, and its not my favorite one in the world..but I like it smile
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