Fall of the House of the Usher
Shadows of shadows passing. It is now 1831, and as always I am
absorbed with a delicate thought. It is how poetry has indefinite
sensations, to which end music is inessential. Since the comprehension of sweet sound is our most indefinite conception, music, when combined with a pleasurable idea, is poetry. Music without the idea is simply music. Without music or an intriguing idea, colour becomes pallor, man becomes carcase, home becomes catacomb, and the dead are but for a moment motionless.
absorbed with a delicate thought. It is how poetry has indefinite
sensations, to which end music is inessential. Since the comprehension of sweet sound is our most indefinite conception, music, when combined with a pleasurable idea, is poetry. Music without the idea is simply music. Without music or an intriguing idea, colour becomes pallor, man becomes carcase, home becomes catacomb, and the dead are but for a moment motionless.
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o-k! tell me you didn't sell off all your ozzy records... 0 -
Remember, drinking killed Poe. 0 -
I like it. Here is one for you.
Advice is like snow
the softer it falls,
the longer it dwells upon,
the deeper it sinks into the mind.0 -
Wow, literature on Gunbroker. I am amazed. 0 -
More Poe....
Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.
But he grew old-
This knight so bold-
And o'er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.
And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow-
"Shadow," said he,
"Where can it be-
This land of Eldorado?"
"Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,"
The shade replied-
"If you seek for Eldorado!"
Or was it James Caan and the Duke????0 -
In days of old
When knights were bold
And toilets weren't yet invented
They left their load
Upon the road
Happy, and contented
(anonymous)0 -
There once were two girls from Birmingham
And this is the story concerning them
They lifted the frock, and tickled the c---
Of the Bishop that was confirming them.
But the Bishop, he was no fool
He came from an Old English school
He pulled down his britches
And f
those two b
With his mighty Episcopal tool.
[:D][:D][:D]0 -
Hear the sledges with the bells-
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten-golden notes,
And an in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
Hear the loud alarum bells-
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor,
Now- now to sit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash, and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows:
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells-
Of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!
Hear the tolling of the bells-
Iron Bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people- ah, the people-
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All Alone
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone-
They are neither man nor woman-
They are neither brute nor human-
They are Ghouls:
And their king it is who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells-
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells-
To the sobbing of the bells;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells:
To the tolling of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells-
Bells, bells, bells-
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.0 -
Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `How the Hell should I know?'0 -
Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread. 0 -
quote:Originally posted by Aspen79se
Wow, literature on Gunbroker. I am amazed.
Yep, we are as cultured as American Cheese..0 -
The Barren, windswept interior of the Antarctic Plateau was lifeless - or so the expedition from Miskatonic University thought...until they found the strange fossils of unheard-of creatures...and the carved stones tens of millions of years old...and, finally, the mind-blasting terror of the City of the Old Ones... 0 -
Cthulu? 0 -
there once was a barmaid at yale
on her bosoms wrote prices of ale
and on her behind
for the sake of the blind
was the same information in braille!
check this out:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lecherous_Limericks
I had that book once.
there once was a girl named jenny
(yum yum)
her (forgot) and talents were plenty
(yum yum)
the sight of her b**bs
and the taste of her p*bes
seemed to herald the coming milenni-
(yum yum)
(asimov)0 -
quote:Originally posted by buschmaster
there once was a barmaid at yale
on her bosoms wrote prices of ale
and on her behind
for the sake of the blind
was the same information in braille!
check this out:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lecherous_Limericks
I had that book once.
there once was a girl named jenny
(yum yum)
her (forgot) and talents were plenty
(yum yum)
the sight of her b**bs
and the taste of her p*bes
seemed to herald the coming milenni-
(yum yum)
(asimov)
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quote:Originally posted by He Dog
Cthulu?
they were room-mates once, poe and lovecraft.0 -
There was an old hermit named Dave
Who kept a dead wh--e in a a cave.
Said Dave, "I'll admit, I a bit of a s---,
but think of the money I save.
Some years ago a grad student at UC observed a male kangaroo rat trying to copulate with a road killed female kangaroo rat. He published a note on the behavior entitled: An observation of Davian behavior in the Kangaroo Rat Dipodomeys ordi.0 -
"I'm Just a gigolo
everywhere I go
people know the part
I'm playing
Paid for every dance
selling each romance
Oh what their saying
There will come a day
And youth will pass away
What will they say about me
When the end comes I know
they'll say just a gigolo
Life goes on without me
I'm just a gigolo, everywhere I go
people know the part I'm playing
paid for every dance
starting each romance
oh what their saying
And there will come a day
And youth will pass away
What will they say about me
When the end comes I know
They'll say just a gigalo
Life goes on without me
Cause I aint got nobody
oh and theres nobody cares for me
theres nobody cares for me
I'm so sad and lonely
sad and lonely sad and lonely
Won't some sweet mamma
come and take a chance with me
cause I aint so bad
And I'll sing out, sweet love songs
All of the time
She will only be, only be
Bip bozadee bodzee bop le bop
I aint got nobody
oh and theres nobody cares for me
theres nobody cares for me
Hummala bebhuhla zeebuhla boobuhla
hummala bebhuhla zeebuhla bop
I ain't got nobody, nobody,
nobody cares for me
Nobody , theres nobody cares for me
I'm so sad and lonely,
oh lonely, oh lonely, lonely lonely
Won't some sweet mama come and rescue me
cause I aint so bad
And I'll sing out
sweet love songs
all of the time
she will only be, only, only, only only be
baby, sugar darling
I aint got nobody baby
And there's nobody, there's nobody
there's nobody theres nobody
there's no one, there's no one
nobody, nobody, nobody
nobody cares for me." [:I][:I][:I]
quote:Originally posted by tobefree
Yep, we are as cultured as American Cheese..0 -
quote:Originally posted by steeltoe1978
There once were two girls from Birmingham
And this is the story concerning them
They lifted the frock, and tickled the c---
Of the Bishop that was confirming them.
But the Bishop, he was no fool
He came from an Old English school
He pulled down his britches
And f
those two b
With his mighty Episcopal tool.
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Stop it,my belly hurts
was it that funny,
or is it the bliss
brought on by the
combination of
dilaudid and xanax
.2180
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