The face that was familiar is no more
Yet in my dreams, he is alive again
If, by a chance, his life could be restored
It would affect me like the hidden chord
That if were played, my own life would be o’er
That one must live and one must die is plain
The face that was familiar is no more.
Yet in my dreams , he is alive again
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http://www.tandfonline.com/doi/full/10.1080/10509585.2014.899763?src=recsys,
Extract:
I argue that the oft-discussed connection between Wordsworth’s “wise passiveness” and Keats’s “negative capability” has led scholars to overlook Keats’s own notion of passivity as a persuasive, as well as receptive, force. I argue that Keats saw passivity as an embodied, and even physically demanding, attitude, that could prompt the interest and attention of others – an understanding that builds on the theatrical attitudes adopted by Romantic stage actors, who struck exciting poses to suspend dramatic intensity.
I’ll never love again, not whenever, never.
Her hands are always waving,her nose runs all day and her feet tweet nonstop.
Is it the New Exercise?
I made a witch profit by teaching her to blacken cats.
At least tantalize me till it’s light tonight.
He gave me a laugh and many sinful emotions I’d never imagined
He laughed all the way to the bonk.
I generally lay my bards on the table before work
l left my mark on his back…..mud sticks and I cling
I leave no home unconsumed.
I’m just a devil in my own lifetime
I was left by his falter at the altar and I forgave him everything.
She’s a legend so well defined…she’s never out of her own mind
It was the fleeter of my two feet which arrived at the finishing post.I’ll catch up with it later.
Is that a crutch or are you Blimping to meet me?
Will they make my groans into groceries?
Let sloping fogs lie freely over all the elastic lands.
I let the flat out to an old hag.She had bags under her eyes and a broomstick under her charms.
Let’s never poll again.
I’ll never be a glove again.
No, I’ll never write a double negative for you.No, not ever
She said, let’s spit now..but I refused, so she bit my head off with a word.She’s digested the dictionary and needs practice, you see.
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I am suffering from this man over here
I think it’s your manstruation again.
How many bloody times do we have to have it?
Have you brought some protection?
5 loaded guns and a box of super-large tampons
I’m afraid I bit the bucket again.
Why have you no WC?
I hate that pain in my crutch.
Not as much as the crutch does,though.
Doctor, I have 15 crutches.
Good grief, you need more rapport!How do you juggle them all?
They juggle me.
Have you still got this man over here?
The agony is so bad I don’t recognise any country of the world.
My friend has irritable vowel syndrome.
Try him on consonants.Hebrew is also an option.
Why?
They have no vowels.
How do they manage?Not many here understand it.
Well, it’s His Voice!
I thought it was H M V
Oh, Lord. Really want to be you.
My sweet crowd
When wanderings take my restless mind
To places peace can never find,
When imaginations linked to fear
Push tranquillity away.
To my green garden I must go
And let my mind and thoughts go slow.
I look at maples in the breeze,
See sunlight dappled through their leaves.
I see the apples hanging down
And blackbirds peck them on the ground.
I see the hawthorn berries ripe
Upon the hedge in gold sunlight.
And then my soul is brought to earth
Peacefulness is given birth
I feel at one with nature green,
And all that is just now unseen
So back to everyday routines
Without “what for?” and “might have beens”
All is well and shall be so
Wherever we may go.
Oh, crutch you are a help to my bad knee
Since cycling down the A1 injured me.
I never knew I should have bought a car
And spent my money on a stunning bra.
I only drove at 70mph
The teacher said, why don’t you learn to steer?
And if you go as fast as this you’ll fail
The police will come and you’ll end up in jail
So I never took a driving test
As riding bikes or donkeys seemed the best
But now my knees are giving me some jip
I sometimes weep and bite my bottom lip
With a crutch, I can negotiate
The steps my eye can’t see, the fallen plate
For my sight is not creating in 3 d
Steps are dangerous to the half blind ones me.
But with a stick, I test the steps descent
A stick or crutch thus accidents prevents
Yet suddenly I am a crippled fool,
Though other folks like me send out a smile
From young to old in one astounding leap
As with my crutch along the road I creep.
It’s better for my health to take a walk
Or to my crutch I have been heard to talk
I say switch off the laptop close the lid
And answer, who are you talking to, our kid?
Sometimes I say, oh, we need meringues.
That’s me and all my numerous inner gang
How my heart sings 