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This is BRAHIM DIX from TIJIKJA
saying good morning, please let
me wish all of you great blessings,
and then voice complaints about
bombs which detonate on a planet
exploited to the point of increasing
greenhouse effect â€“

Thank you Brahim Dix, says the
radio announcer, now on to our
next caller â€“ go ahead please

Hallo, I am ABOU GHOMGHOM
JOULEIBIB from NOUAKCHOTT
saying good day, reminding all to
think happy thoughts to keep the
spiritual channels clear so beings
of light from the fifth dimension
will feel free to appear and help
humanity be happy, find relief
from karmic guilt

Thank you Abou Ghomghom
Jouleibib, says the announcer,
we hear you loud and clear, now
some uplifting music, and plays
Born Free, quite unimpressed
by these two callers who seem
rather alien to him â€“

Do you think earthlings will heed
our messages, Braham Dix asks his
companion, Ghomghom Jouleibib

I suppose not, Jouleibib replies, both
demons grin merrily as they survey a
manic rush of city dwellers; our work
is complete, no chance of them believing
anything claimed to be spiritual, letâ€™s
rest and plan for tomorrow a brand
new offensive, something marvellous,
and wildly impressiveâ€¦

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En lille Flugt til Rom den 8 Marts 1835

1
Fra Nord, hvor Taagen skygger,
Hvor Vinterkulden trykker,
Bort til Italia!
Vi Tydskland let kan glemme,
Saa smukt har vi det Hjemme,
Og flyve dog derfra!
Hallo, halla, hallo, halla!
Ned til Italia!

2
De høie Alper vige,
Vi ned paa Sletten stige
Til Sang og Blomster-Duft.
Blandt Myrter Hjorden græsser,
See Pinier og Cypresser! -
Vi aande Sydens Luft!
Hallo, hallo, hallo! hallo!
Den Luft gjør Hjertet fro!

3
Her Skjønheds Døttre bygge!
Vi tænke paa vor Lykke,
Vi dvæle og vi fly.
Bag Bjergene det vinker!
Sankt Peters Kubbel blinker,
Vi er i Pavens By.
Hallo, halla, hallo, halla!
Nu Passaporti da!

4
Vi ned ad Corso vandre,
Og sikkert vi de Andre
I Caffe greco see!
Man Velkomst drikke skal jo,
Vi raabe mezzo caldo!
Vi kysses og vi lee!
Hallo, halle, hallo, halle!
Vi er i vor Caffé!

5
Os spørger hver en Stemme,
„Hvorledes staaer det hjemme?"
„Det staaer, som før det stod!
Det regner og er sølet,
Man gaaer og er forkjølet,
For Vintren er saa god!"
Hallo, hallo, hallo, hallo!
Ja god, det kan I tro!

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Someone still loves you Radio ga ga Radio ga ga Radio ga ga Radio You had your time you had the power[...] <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=95869">Read more</a><a href="http://songs.citatepedia.com/">song</a> performed by <a href="http://songs.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Queen">Queen</a><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/problem.php?id=95869" title="Report problem"><img src="http://www.citatepedia.ro/batent.gif" rel="nofollow" alt="Report problem" border=0 align=left></a><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/index.php?id=95869" title="Related quotes"><img src="http://www.citatepedia.ro/bcaut.gif" alt="Related quotes" border=0 align=left></a> Added by Lucian Velea <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=95869">Comment!</a> | <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/vot.php?id=95869" target="f7" rel="nofollow" onclick="v('f7')">Vote!</a> | <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/clip.php?id=95869&b=dashed" target="f7" rel="nofollow" onclick="w('f7')">Copy!</a> <IFRAME NAME="f7" ID="f7" SRC="" WIDTH="100%" HEIGHT="0" MARGINWIDTH="0" MARGINHEIGHT="0" FRAMEBORDER="0" SCROLLING="no"></IFRAME></div><div class=q> <img src="http://www.citatepedia.com/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=95869" data-title="Radio Ga Ga" data-description="Words and music by roger taylor Radio Id sit alone and watch your light My only friend through teenage nights And evrything I had to know I heard it on my radio You gave them all those old time stars Through wars of worlds - invaded by mars You ma..."></div> </div> See more <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=hours">quotes about hours</a>, <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=strength">quotes about strength</a>, <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=love">quotes about love</a>, <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=Planet+Mars">quotes about Planet Mars</a>, <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=friendship">quotes about friendship</a>, or <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=boys">quotes about boys</a><div class="q"><h3 class=h>On The Radio (From The Motion Picture Foxes)</h3>Someone found a letter you wrote me, on the radio and they told the world just how you felt it must have fallen out of a hole in your old brown overcoat they never said your name but I knew just who they meant. I was so surprised and shocked, and I wonderer, too if by chance you heard it for yourself I never told a soul just how I've been feeling about you but they said it really loud they said it on the air On the radio whoa, oh, oh on the radio whoa, oh, oh on the radio whoa, oh, oh on the radio whoa, oh, oh Now, now don't it kinda strike you sad when you hear our song things are not the same since we broke up last June the only thing that I wanna hear is that you love me still and that you think you'll be coming home real soon whoa, oh, yeah, yeah And it made me feel proud when I heard you say you couldn't find the words to say it yourself and now in my heart I know I can say what I really feel 'Cause they said it really loud they said it on the air on the radio whoa, oh, oh on the radio whoa, oh, oh on the radio whoa, oh, oh on the radio (Played in shorter version) If you think that love isn't found on the radio well tune right in you made find the love you lost 'cause now I'm sitting here with the man I sent away long ago it sounded really loud they said it really loud On the radio whoa, oh, oh on the radio whoa, oh, oh on the radio whoa, oh, oh on the radio whoa, oh, oh[...] <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=64047">Read more</a><a href="http://songs.citatepedia.com/">song</a> performed by <a href="http://songs.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Donna+Summer">Donna Summer</a><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/problem.php?id=64047" title="Report problem"><img src="http://www.citatepedia.ro/batent.gif" rel="nofollow" alt="Report problem" border=0 align=left></a><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/index.php?id=64047" title="Related quotes"><img src="http://www.citatepedia.ro/bcaut.gif" alt="Related quotes" border=0 align=left></a> Added by Lucian Velea <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=64047">Comment!</a> | <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/vot.php?id=64047" target="f8" rel="nofollow" onclick="v('f8')">Vote!</a> | <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/clip.php?id=64047&b=dashed" target="f8" rel="nofollow" onclick="w('f8')">Copy!</a> <IFRAME NAME="f8" ID="f8" SRC="" WIDTH="100%" HEIGHT="0" MARGINWIDTH="0" MARGINHEIGHT="0" FRAMEBORDER="0" SCROLLING="no"></IFRAME></div><div class=q> <img src="http://www.citatepedia.com/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=64047" data-title="On The Radio (From The Motion Picture Foxes)" data-description="Someone found a letter you wrote me, on the radio and they told the world just how you felt it must have fallen out of a hole in your old brown overcoat they never said your name but I knew just who they meant. I was so surprised and shocked, and ..."></div> </div> See more <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=brown">quotes about brown</a>, <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=home">quotes about home</a>, <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=sadness">quotes about sadness</a>, or <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=heart">quotes about heart</a><div class="q"><h3 class=h>VII. Pompilia</h3>I am just seventeen years and five months old, And, if I lived one day more, three full weeks; 'T is writ so in the church's register, Lorenzo in Lucina, all my names At length, so many names for one poor child, —Francesca Camilla Vittoria Angela Pompilia Comparini,—laughable! Also 't is writ that I was married there Four years ago: and they will add, I hope, When they insert my death, a word or two,— Omitting all about the mode of death,— This, in its place, this which one cares to know, That I had been a mother of a son Exactly two weeks. It will be through grace O' the Curate, not through any claim I have; Because the boy was born at, so baptized Close to, the Villa, in the proper church: A pretty church, I say no word against, Yet stranger-like,—while this Lorenzo seems My own particular place, I always say. I used to wonder, when I stood scarce high As the bed here, what the marble lion meant, With half his body rushing from the wall, Eating the figure of a prostrate man— (To the right, it is, of entry by the door) An ominous sign to one baptized like me, Married, and to be buried there, I hope. And they should add, to have my life complete, He is a boy and Gaetan by name— Gaetano, for a reason,—if the friar Don Celestine will ask this grace for me Of Curate Ottoboni: he it was Baptized me: he remembers my whole life As I do his grey hair.All these few things I know are true,—will you remember them? Because time flies. The surgeon cared for me, To count my wounds,—twenty-two dagger-wounds, Five deadly, but I do not suffer much— Or too much pain,—and am to die to-night.Oh how good God is that my babe was born, —Better than born, baptized and hid away Before this happened, safe from being hurt! That had been sin God could not well forgive: He was too young to smile and save himself. When they took two days after he was born, My babe away from me to be baptized And hidden awhile, for fear his foe should find,—[...] <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116361">Read more</a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Robert+Browning">Robert Browning</a> from <a href="http://sources.citatepedia.com/from.php?a=Robert+Browning&d=The+Ring+and+the+Book">The Ring and the Book</a><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/problem.php?id=116361" title="Report problem"><img src="http://www.citatepedia.ro/batent.gif" rel="nofollow" alt="Report problem" border=0 align=left></a><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/index.php?id=116361" title="Related quotes"><img src="http://www.citatepedia.ro/bcaut.gif" alt="Related quotes" border=0 align=left></a> Added by Veronica Serbanoiu <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116361">Comment!</a> | <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/vot.php?id=116361" target="f9" rel="nofollow" onclick="v('f9')">Vote!</a> | <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/clip.php?id=116361&b=dashed" target="f9" rel="nofollow" onclick="w('f9')">Copy!</a> <IFRAME NAME="f9" ID="f9" SRC="" WIDTH="100%" HEIGHT="0" MARGINWIDTH="0" MARGINHEIGHT="0" FRAMEBORDER="0" SCROLLING="no"></IFRAME></div><div class=q> <img src="http://www.citatepedia.com/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116361" data-title="VII. Pompilia de Robert Browning" data-description="I am just seventeen years and five months old,/And, if I lived one day more, three full weeks;/'T is writ so in the church's register,/Lorenzo in Lucina, all my names/At length, so many names for one poor child,/—Francesca Camilla Vittoria Angel..."></div> </div> See more <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=Rome">quotes about Rome</a>, <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=wedding">quotes about wedding</a>, or <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=youth">quotes about youth</a><div class="q"><h3 class=h>Eyes-radio-lies</h3>Slipping past position You know I watch you dive Watching you painted in chrome max factor And feeling number one all alone now I can see you way, to the drone Radio waves, hitting your brain from the phone I can see I cant see whats on your mind Because your never alone I am the voice inside your head And the eyes in your radio Im the eyes in your radio (radio, radio) Im the eyes in your radio (radio, radio) Hello mr. race car driver You know Im watching you too In the trauma-room, brain dead, still you went faster Now your number means nothing Mr. nickel-plated candyman Are you feeling in lifeless in aluminum Spinning decisions to the core As everyone dances in the fast lane I cant see whats on your mind Because your never alone I am the voice inside your head And the eyes in your radio Im the eyes in your radio (eyes in your radio) Im the eyes in your radio (radio, radio) With all thats fake, theres sence to make From toys that break (from toys that, from toys that break) Its time to throw away, all the bad things that you hated You scared yourself away, now heres what you appreciate Thats why people lie (people like you) Thats why people lie (people like me) Thats why people lie (people like you) Thats why people lie (people like me) Thats why people lie (so go away) Thats why people lie (people like me) Thats why people lie (people like you) Thats why people lie Im the eyes in your radio (eyes in your radio) Im the eyes in your radio (radio, radio) With all thats fake, theres sence to make, from toys that break (radio, Radio...) With all thats fake, theres sence to make, from toys that break (radio, Radio...) 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I saw her glance above In sudden shame that I should hear her laugh, And straightway dropped my eyes upon my book, And knew, the first time, 'twas Boccaccio's tales, The Falcon's,–of the lover who for love Destroyed the best that loved him. Some of us Do it still, and then we sit and laugh no more. Laugh you, sweet Marian! you've the right to laugh, Since God himself is for you, and a child! For me there's somewhat less,–and so, I sigh.The heavens were making room to hold the night, The sevenfold heavens unfolding all their gates To let the stars out slowly (prophesied In close-approaching advent, not discerned), While still the cue-owls from the cypresses Of the Poggio called and counted every pulse Of the skyey palpitation. Gradually The purple and transparent shadows slow Had filled up the whole valley to the brim, And flooded all the city, which you saw As some drowned city in some enchanted sea, Cut off from nature,–drawing you who gaze, With passionate desire, to leap and plunge, And find a sea-king with a voice of waves, And treacherous soft eyes, and slippery locks You cannot kiss but you shall bring away Their salt upon your lips. The duomo-bell Strikes ten, as if it struck ten fathoms down, So deep; and fifty churches answer it The same, with fifty various instances. Some gaslights tremble along squares and streets The Pitti's palace-front is drawn in fire:[...] <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116061">Read more</a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Barrett+Browning">Elizabeth Barrett Browning</a> from <a href="http://sources.citatepedia.com/from.php?a=Elizabeth+Barrett+Browning&d=Aurora+Leigh">Aurora Leigh</a> (1856)<a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/problem.php?id=116061" title="Report problem"><img src="http://www.citatepedia.ro/batent.gif" rel="nofollow" alt="Report problem" border=0 align=left></a><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/index.php?id=116061" title="Related quotes"><img src="http://www.citatepedia.ro/bcaut.gif" alt="Related quotes" border=0 align=left></a> Added by Veronica Serbanoiu <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116061">Comment!</a> | <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/vot.php?id=116061" target="f11" rel="nofollow" onclick="v('f11')">Vote!</a> | <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/clip.php?id=116061&b=dashed" target="f11" rel="nofollow" onclick="w('f11')">Copy!</a> <IFRAME NAME="f11" ID="f11" SRC="" WIDTH="100%" HEIGHT="0" MARGINWIDTH="0" MARGINHEIGHT="0" FRAMEBORDER="0" SCROLLING="no"></IFRAME></div><div class=q> <img src="http://www.citatepedia.com/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116061" data-title="Eighth Book de Elizabeth Barrett Browning" data-description="ONE eve it happened when I sate alone,/Alone upon the terrace of my tower,/A book upon my knees, to counterfeit/The reading that I never read at all,/While Marian, in the garden down below,/Knelt by the fountain (I could just hear thrill/The drows..."></div> </div> See more <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=writers">quotes about writers</a>, <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=drawing">quotes about drawing</a>, <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=development">quotes about development</a>, <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=news">quotes about news</a>, <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=wine">quotes about wine</a>, <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=missing">quotes about missing</a>, or <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=walls">quotes about walls</a><div class="q"><h3 class=h>The Ghost - Book IV</h3>Coxcombs, who vainly make pretence To something of exalted sense 'Bove other men, and, gravely wise, Affect those pleasures to despise, Which, merely to the eye confined, Bring no improvement to the mind, Rail at all pomp; they would not go For millions to a puppet-show, Nor can forgive the mighty crime Of countenancing pantomime; No, not at Covent Garden, where, Without a head for play or player, Or, could a head be found most fit, Without one player to second it, They must, obeying Folly's call, Thrive by mere show, or not at all With these grave fops, who, (bless their brains!) Most cruel to themselves, take pains For wretchedness, and would be thought Much wiser than a wise man ought, For his own happiness, to be; Who what they hear, and what they see, And what they smell, and taste, and feel, Distrust, till Reason sets her seal, And, by long trains of consequences Insured, gives sanction to the senses; Who would not (Heaven forbid it!) waste One hour in what the world calls Taste, Nor fondly deign to laugh or cry, Unless they know some reason why; With these grave fops, whose system seems To give up certainty for dreams, The eye of man is understood As for no other purpose good Than as a door, through which, of course, Their passage crowding, objects force, A downright usher, to admit New-comers to the court of Wit: (Good Gravity! forbear thy spleen; When I say Wit, I Wisdom mean) Where (such the practice of the court, Which legal precedents support) Not one idea is allow'd To pass unquestion'd in the crowd, But ere it can obtain the grace Of holding in the brain a place, Before the chief in congregation Must stand a strict examination. Not such as those, who physic twirl, Full fraught with death, from every curl; [...] <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354717">Read more</a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Charles+Churchill">Charles Churchill</a><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/problem.php?id=354717" title="Report problem"><img src="http://www.citatepedia.ro/batent.gif" rel="nofollow" alt="Report problem" border=0 align=left></a><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/index.php?id=354717" title="Related quotes"><img src="http://www.citatepedia.ro/bcaut.gif" alt="Related quotes" border=0 align=left></a> Added by Poetry Lover <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354717">Comment!</a> | <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/vot.php?id=354717" target="f12" rel="nofollow" onclick="v('f12')">Vote!</a> | <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/clip.php?id=354717&b=dashed" target="f12" rel="nofollow" onclick="w('f12')">Copy!</a> <IFRAME NAME="f12" ID="f12" SRC="" WIDTH="100%" HEIGHT="0" MARGINWIDTH="0" MARGINHEIGHT="0" FRAMEBORDER="0" SCROLLING="no"></IFRAME></div><div class=q> <img src="http://www.citatepedia.com/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354717" data-title="The Ghost - Book IV de Charles Churchill" data-description="Coxcombs, who vainly make pretence To something of exalted sense 'Bove other men, and, gravely wise, Affect those pleasures to despise, Which, merely to the eye confined, Bring no improvement to the mind, Rail at all pomp; they would not go For mi..."></div> </div> See more <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=honor">quotes about honor</a>, <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=slavery">quotes about slavery</a>, <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=wisdom">quotes about wisdom</a>, <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=puppetry">quotes about puppetry</a>, <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=receiving">quotes about receiving</a>, <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=examinations">quotes about examinations</a>, <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=Scotland">quotes about Scotland</a>, or <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=sound">quotes about sound</a><div class="q"><h3 class=h>Turn Your Radio On</h3>Come and listen in to a radio station Where the mighty hosts of heaven sing Turn your radio on, turn your radio on If you want to feel those good vibrations Coming from the joy that His love can bring Turn you radio on, turn your radio on. Turn your radio on And listen to the music in the air Turn your radio on and glory share Turn your lights down low And listen to the Master's radio Get in touch with God, and turn your radio on. --- Instrumental --- Everybody has a radio receiver All you got to do is listen for the call Turn your radio on, turn your radio on If you listen in you will be a believer Leanin' on the truths that'll never fall Get in touch with God, turn the radio on. Turn your radio on And listen to the music in the air Turn your radio on and glory share Turn your lights down low And listen to the Master's radio Get in touch with God, turn your radio on. Turn your radio on And listen to the music in the air Turn your radio on and glory share Turn your lights down low And listen to the Master's radio Get in touch with God, turn your radio on. Turn your lights down low And listen to the Master's radio Get in touch with God, turn your radio on...<a href="http://songs.citatepedia.com/">song</a> performed by <a href="http://songs.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Randy+Travis">Randy Travis</a><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/problem.php?id=96932" title="Report problem"><img src="http://www.citatepedia.ro/batent.gif" rel="nofollow" alt="Report problem" border=0 align=left></a><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/index.php?id=96932" title="Related quotes"><img src="http://www.citatepedia.ro/bcaut.gif" alt="Related quotes" border=0 align=left></a> Added by Lucian Velea <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=96932">Comment!</a> | <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/vot.php?id=96932" target="f13" rel="nofollow" onclick="v('f13')">Vote!</a> | <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/clip.php?id=96932&b=dashed" target="f13" rel="nofollow" onclick="w('f13')">Copy!</a> <IFRAME NAME="f13" ID="f13" SRC="" WIDTH="100%" HEIGHT="0" MARGINWIDTH="0" MARGINHEIGHT="0" FRAMEBORDER="0" SCROLLING="no"></IFRAME></div><div class=q> <img src="http://www.citatepedia.com/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=96932" data-title="Turn Your Radio On" data-description="Come and listen in to a radio station Where the mighty hosts of heaven sing Turn your radio on, turn your radio on If you want to feel those good vibrations Coming from the joy that His love can bring Turn you radio on, turn your radio on. Turn yo..."></div> </div> See more <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=beauty">quotes about beauty</a><div class="q"><h3 class=h>V. Count Guido Franceschini</h3>Thanks, Sir, but, should it please the reverend Court, I feel I can stand somehow, half sit down Without help, make shift to even speak, you see, Fortified by the sip of … why, 't is wine, Velletri,—and not vinegar and gall, So changed and good the times grow! Thanks, kind Sir! Oh, but one sip's enough! I want my head To save my neck, there's work awaits me still. How cautious and considerate … aie, aie, aie, Nor your fault, sweet Sir! Come, you take to heart An ordinary matter. Law is law. Noblemen were exempt, the vulgar thought, From racking; but, since law thinks otherwise, I have been put to the rack: all's over now, And neither wrist—what men style, out of joint: If any harm be, 't is the shoulder-blade, The left one, that seems wrong i' the socket,—Sirs, Much could not happen, I was quick to faint, Being past my prime of life, and out of health. In short, I thank you,—yes, and mean the word. Needs must the Court be slow to understand How this quite novel form of taking pain, This getting tortured merely in the flesh, Amounts to almost an agreeable change In my case, me fastidious, plied too much With opposite treatment, used (forgive the joke) To the rasp-tooth toying with this brain of mine, And, in and out my heart, the play o' the probe. Four years have I been operated on I' the soul, do you see—its tense or tremulous part— My self-respect, my care for a good name, Pride in an old one, love of kindred—just A mother, brothers, sisters, and the like, That looked up to my face when days were dim, And fancied they found light there—no one spot, Foppishly sensitive, but has paid its pang. That, and not this you now oblige me with, That was the Vigil-torment, if you please! The poor old noble House that drew the rags O' the Franceschini's once superb array Close round her, hoped to slink unchallenged by,— Pluck off these! Turn the drapery inside out And teach the tittering town how scarlet wears! Show men the lucklessness, the improvidence Of the easy-natured Count before this Count, The father I have some slight feeling for, Who let the world slide, nor foresaw that friends Then proud to cap and kiss their patron's shoe, Would, when the purse he left held spider-webs, Properly push his child to wall one day![...] <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116359">Read more</a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Robert+Browning">Robert Browning</a> from <a href="http://sources.citatepedia.com/from.php?a=Robert+Browning&d=The+Ring+and+the+Book">The Ring and the Book</a><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/problem.php?id=116359" title="Report problem"><img src="http://www.citatepedia.ro/batent.gif" rel="nofollow" alt="Report problem" border=0 align=left></a><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/index.php?id=116359" title="Related quotes"><img src="http://www.citatepedia.ro/bcaut.gif" alt="Related quotes" border=0 align=left></a> Added by Veronica Serbanoiu <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116359">Comment!</a> | <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/vot.php?id=116359" target="f14" rel="nofollow" onclick="v('f14')">Vote!</a> | <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/clip.php?id=116359&b=dashed" target="f14" rel="nofollow" onclick="w('f14')">Copy!</a> <IFRAME NAME="f14" ID="f14" SRC="" WIDTH="100%" HEIGHT="0" MARGINWIDTH="0" MARGINHEIGHT="0" FRAMEBORDER="0" SCROLLING="no"></IFRAME></div><div class=q> <img src="http://www.citatepedia.com/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116359" data-title="V. Count Guido Franceschini de Robert Browning" data-description="Thanks, Sir, but, should it please the reverend Court,/I feel I can stand somehow, half sit down/Without help, make shift to even speak, you see,/Fortified by the sip of … why, 't is wine,/Velletri,—and not vinegar and gall,/So changed and goo..."></div> </div> See more <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=literature">quotes about literature</a>, <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=robbery">quotes about robbery</a>, or <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=palaces">quotes about palaces</a><img src="http://www.citatepedia.com/authors/f/edgar_lee_masters.jpg" alt="Edgar Lee Masters" style="float:right;margin:5px 7px"><div class="q"><h3 class=h>Epilogue</h3>(THE GRAVEYARD OF SPOON RIVER. TWO VOICES ARE HEARD BEHIND A SCREEN DECORATED WITH DIABOLICAL AND ANGELIC FIGURES IN VARIOUS ALLEGORICAL RELATIONS. A FAINT LIGHT SHOWS DIMLY THROUGH THE SCREEN AS IF IT WERE WOVEN OF LEAVES, BRANCHES AND SHADOWS.)FIRST VOICEA game of checkers?SECOND VOICEWell, I don't mind.FIRST VOICEI move the Will.SECOND VOICEYou're playing it blind.FIRST VOICEThen here's the Soul.SECOND VOICEChecked by the Will.FIRST VOICEEternal Good!SECOND VOICEAnd Eternal Ill.FIRST VOICEI haste for the King row.SECOND VOICESave your breath.FIRST VOICEI was moving Life.SECOND VOICEYou're checked by Death. [...] <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=373777">Read more</a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Edgar+Lee+Masters">Edgar Lee Masters</a><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/problem.php?id=373777" title="Report problem"><img src="http://www.citatepedia.ro/batent.gif" rel="nofollow" alt="Report problem" border=0 align=left></a><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/index.php?id=373777" title="Related quotes"><img src="http://www.citatepedia.ro/bcaut.gif" alt="Related quotes" border=0 align=left></a> Added by Poetry Lover <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=373777">Comment!</a> | <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/vot.php?id=373777" target="f15" rel="nofollow" onclick="v('f15')">Vote!</a> | <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/clip.php?id=373777&b=dashed" target="f15" rel="nofollow" onclick="w('f15')">Copy!</a> <IFRAME NAME="f15" ID="f15" SRC="" WIDTH="100%" HEIGHT="0" MARGINWIDTH="0" MARGINHEIGHT="0" FRAMEBORDER="0" SCROLLING="no"></IFRAME></div><div class=q> <img src="http://www.citatepedia.com/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=373777" data-title="Epilogue de Edgar Lee Masters" data-description="(THE GRAVEYARD OF SPOON RIVER. TWO VOICES ARE HEARD BEHIND A SCREEN DECORATED WITH DIABOLICAL AND ANGELIC FIGURES IN VARIOUS ALLEGORICAL RELATIONS. A FAINT LIGHT SHOWS DIMLY THROUGH THE SCREEN AS IF IT WERE WOVEN OF LEAVES, BRANCHES AND SHADOWS.) ..."></div> </div> See more <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=fire">quotes about fire</a>, <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=Earth">quotes about Earth</a>, or <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=tomb">quotes about tomb</a><div class="q"><h3 class=h>David</h3>My thought, on views of admiration hung, Intently ravish'd and depriv'd of tongue, Now darts a while on earth, a while in air, Here mov'd with praise and mov'd with glory there; The joys entrancing and the mute surprize Half fix the blood, and dim the moist'ning eyes; Pleasure and praise on one another break, And Exclamation longs at heart to speak; When thus my Genius, on the work design'd Awaiting closely, guides the wand'ring mind.If while thy thanks wou'd in thy lays be wrought, A bright astonishment involve the thought, If yet thy temper wou'd attempt to sing, Another's quill shall imp thy feebler wing; Behold the name of royal David near, Behold his musick and his measures here, Whose harp Devotion in a rapture strung, And left no state of pious souls unsung.Him to the wond'ring world but newly shewn, Celestial poetry pronounc'd her own; A thousand hopes, on clouds adorn'd with rays, Bent down their little beauteous forms to gaze; Fair-blooming Innocence with tender years, And native Sweetness for the ravish'd ears, Prepar'd to smile within his early song, And brought their rivers, groves, and plains along; Majestick Honour at the palace bred, Enrob'd in white, embroider'd o'er with red, Reach'd forth the scepter of her royal state, His forehead touch'd, and bid his lays be great; Undaunted Courage deck'd with manly charms, With waving-azure plumes, and gilded arms, Displaid the glories, and the toils of fight, Demanded fame, and call'd him forth to write. To perfect these the sacred spirit came, By mild infusion of celestial flame, And mov'd with dove-like candour in his breast, And breath'd his graces over all the rest. Ah! where the daring flights of men aspire To match his numbers with an equal fire; In vain they strive to make proud Babel rise, And with an earth-born labour touch the skies. While I the glitt'ring page resolve to view, That will the subject of my lines renew; The Laurel wreath, my fames imagin'd shade, Around my beating temples fears to fade; My fainting fancy trembles on the brink, And David's God must help or else I sink.[...] <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530118">Read more</a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Thomas+Parnell">Thomas Parnell</a><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/problem.php?id=530118" title="Report problem"><img src="http://www.citatepedia.ro/batent.gif" rel="nofollow" alt="Report problem" border=0 align=left></a><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/index.php?id=530118" title="Related quotes"><img src="http://www.citatepedia.ro/bcaut.gif" alt="Related quotes" border=0 align=left></a> Added by Poetry Lover <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530118">Comment!</a> | <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/vot.php?id=530118" target="f16" rel="nofollow" onclick="v('f16')">Vote!</a> | <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/clip.php?id=530118&b=dashed" target="f16" rel="nofollow" onclick="w('f16')">Copy!</a> <IFRAME NAME="f16" ID="f16" SRC="" WIDTH="100%" HEIGHT="0" MARGINWIDTH="0" MARGINHEIGHT="0" FRAMEBORDER="0" SCROLLING="no"></IFRAME></div><div class=q> <img src="http://www.citatepedia.com/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530118" data-title="David de Thomas Parnell" data-description="My thought, on views of admiration hung, Intently ravish'd and depriv'd of tongue, Now darts a while on earth, a while in air, Here mov'd with praise and mov'd with glory there; The joys entrancing and the mute surprize Half fix the blood, and dim..."></div> </div> See more <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=nations">quotes about nations</a>, <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=Israel">quotes about Israel</a>, or <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=corruption">quotes about corruption</a><div class="q"><h3 class=h>Radio Romance</h3>(john duarte/mark paul) I see you baby Every single day Holding on to my best friend But you dont see me So I make the same request now Every single night Going out from me to you On the dedication line I wonder if youre listening To the words that keep me wishing That one day Ill be kissing you Wo wo wo Radio radio romance Radio radio romance Radio radio romance Radio romance My secret admiration I wont reveal I wouldnt want to hurt no one By tellin how I feel The dj knows my voice now He even knows my choice now He never says my name He just says from the one Who loves you baby Radio radio romance Radio radio romance Radio radio romance Radio romance One night youll hear a song And then youll know just who its from (rap) I see you baby, every single day Holding on to my best friend But you dont see me I wonder if youre listening To the words that keep me wishing That one day Ill be kissing you Wo wo wo Radio radio romance Radio radio romance Radio radio romance Radio romance<a href="http://songs.citatepedia.com/">song</a> performed by <a href="http://songs.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Tiffany">Tiffany</a><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/problem.php?id=103509" title="Report problem"><img src="http://www.citatepedia.ro/batent.gif" rel="nofollow" alt="Report problem" border=0 align=left></a><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/index.php?id=103509" title="Related quotes"><img src="http://www.citatepedia.ro/bcaut.gif" alt="Related quotes" border=0 align=left></a> Added by Lucian Velea <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=103509">Comment!</a> | <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/vot.php?id=103509" target="f17" rel="nofollow" onclick="v('f17')">Vote!</a> | <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/clip.php?id=103509&b=dashed" target="f17" rel="nofollow" onclick="w('f17')">Copy!</a> <IFRAME NAME="f17" ID="f17" SRC="" WIDTH="100%" HEIGHT="0" MARGINWIDTH="0" MARGINHEIGHT="0" FRAMEBORDER="0" SCROLLING="no"></IFRAME></div><div class=q> <img src="http://www.citatepedia.com/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=103509" data-title="Radio Romance" data-description="(john duarte/mark paul) I see you baby Every single day Holding on to my best friend But you dont see me So I make the same request now Every single night Going out from me to you On the dedication line I wonder if youre listening To the words tha..."></div> </div> See more <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=kiss">quotes about kiss</a>, <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=rap">quotes about rap</a>, <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=childhood">quotes about childhood</a>, <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=illness">quotes about illness</a>, or <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=words">quotes about words</a><div class="q"><h3 class=h>Gotham - Book I</h3>Far off (no matter whether east or west, A real country, or one made in jest, Nor yet by modern Mandevilles disgraced, Nor by map-jobbers wretchedly misplaced) There lies an island, neither great nor small, Which, for distinction sake, I Gotham call. The man who finds an unknown country out, By giving it a name, acquires, no doubt, A Gospel title, though the people there The pious Christian thinks not worth his care Bar this pretence, and into air is hurl'd The claim of Europe to the Western world. Cast by a tempest on the savage coast, Some roving buccaneer set up a post; A beam, in proper form transversely laid, Of his Redeemer's cross the figure made-- Of that Redeemer, with whose laws his life, From first to last, had been one scene of strife; His royal master's name thereon engraved, Without more process the whole race enslaved, Cut off that charter they from Nature drew, And made them slaves to men they never knew. Search ancient histories, consult records, Under this title the most Christian lords Hold (thanks to conscience) more than half the ball; O'erthrow this title, they have none at all; For never yet might any monarch dare, Who lived to Truth, and breathed a Christian air, Pretend that Christ, (who came, we all agree, To bless his people, and to set them free) To make a convert, ever one law gave By which converters made him first a slave. Spite of the glosses of a canting priest, Who talks of charity, but means a feast; Who recommends it (whilst he seems to feel The holy glowings of a real zeal) To all his hearers as a deed of worth, To give them heaven whom they have robb'd of earth; Never shall one, one truly honest man, Who, bless'd with Liberty, reveres her plan, Allow one moment that a savage sire Could from his wretched race, for childish hire, By a wild grant, their all, their freedom pass, And sell his country for a bit of glass. Or grant this barbarous right, let Spain and France, In slavery bred, as purchasers advance; Let them, whilst Conscience is at distance hurl'd, With some gay bauble buy a golden world: An Englishman, in charter'd freedom born, Shall spurn the slavish merchandise, shall scorn [...] <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354703">Read more</a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Charles+Churchill">Charles Churchill</a><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/problem.php?id=354703" title="Report problem"><img src="http://www.citatepedia.ro/batent.gif" rel="nofollow" alt="Report problem" border=0 align=left></a><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/index.php?id=354703" title="Related quotes"><img src="http://www.citatepedia.ro/bcaut.gif" alt="Related quotes" border=0 align=left></a> Added by Poetry Lover <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354703">Comment!</a> | <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/vot.php?id=354703" target="f18" rel="nofollow" onclick="v('f18')">Vote!</a> | <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/clip.php?id=354703&b=dashed" target="f18" rel="nofollow" onclick="w('f18')">Copy!</a> <IFRAME NAME="f18" ID="f18" SRC="" WIDTH="100%" HEIGHT="0" MARGINWIDTH="0" MARGINHEIGHT="0" FRAMEBORDER="0" SCROLLING="no"></IFRAME></div><div class=q> <img src="http://www.citatepedia.com/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354703" data-title="Gotham - Book I de Charles Churchill" data-description="Far off (no matter whether east or west, A real country, or one made in jest, Nor yet by modern Mandevilles disgraced, Nor by map-jobbers wretchedly misplaced) There lies an island, neither great nor small, Which, for distinction sake, I Gotham ca..."></div> </div> See more <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=Europe">quotes about Europe</a>, or <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=elders">quotes about elders</a><div class="q"><h3 class=h>I Heard Santa On The Radio</h3>On Christmas morning you woke up To static on the radio Someone must have turned it on Who...you didn't know You got up slowly sleepy-eyed To a tune that stationed in Turned the dial a little while Then a voice said "Let the party begin!" Hey Hey Hey and Ho Ho Ho and Now it's time For the jolly DJ show I Heard Santa On The Radio I knew it was Santa on the radio Mixing up the music like a Santa should And radio never sounded so good He was busy finding busting beats Making it up as he went along Hip hop, rock, and ***** St. Nick can do no wrong Turning the rythem inside out Till the people shook the house Pretty soon every creature was dancing Every boy and girl and every mouse Hey Hey Hey and Ho Ho Ho and Now it's time For the jolly DJ show I Heard Santa On The Radio I knew it was Santa on the radio Mixing up the music like a Santa should And radio never sounded so good All the music comes together All the people just let go All the world is listening to the jolly DJ show Hey Hey Hey and Ho Ho Ho I Heard Santa On The Radio I knew it was Santa on the radio Mixing up the music like a Santa should And radio never sounded so good I Heard Santa On The Radio I knew it was Santa on the radio Mixing up the music like a Santa should And radio never sounded so good I Heard Santa On The Radio I knew it was Santa on the radio Mixing up the music like a Santa should And radio never sounded so good And radio never sounded so good<a href="http://songs.citatepedia.com/">song</a> performed by <a href="http://songs.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Hilary+Duff">Hilary Duff</a><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/problem.php?id=74922" title="Report problem"><img src="http://www.citatepedia.ro/batent.gif" rel="nofollow" alt="Report problem" border=0 align=left></a><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/index.php?id=74922" title="Related quotes"><img src="http://www.citatepedia.ro/bcaut.gif" alt="Related quotes" border=0 align=left></a> Added by Lucian Velea <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=74922">Comment!</a> | <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/vot.php?id=74922" target="f19" rel="nofollow" onclick="v('f19')">Vote!</a> | <a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/clip.php?id=74922&b=dashed" target="f19" rel="nofollow" onclick="w('f19')">Copy!</a> <IFRAME NAME="f19" ID="f19" SRC="" WIDTH="100%" HEIGHT="0" MARGINWIDTH="0" MARGINHEIGHT="0" FRAMEBORDER="0" SCROLLING="no"></IFRAME></div><div class=q> <img src="http://www.citatepedia.com/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=74922" data-title="I Heard Santa On The Radio" data-description="On Christmas morning you woke up To static on the radio Someone must have turned it on Who...you didn't know You got up slowly sleepy-eyed To a tune that stationed in Turned the dial a little while Then a voice said "Let the party begin!" Hey Hey ..."></div> </div> See more <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=Santa+Claus">quotes about Santa Claus</a>, <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=Christmas">quotes about Christmas</a>, or <a href="http://topics.citatepedia.com/about.php?s=beginning">quotes about beginning</a><div class="q"><h3 class=h>Radio Ga Ga</h3>All we hear is radio ga ga Radio blah blah Radio - what's new Radio - someone still loves you 1984 - a long time ago When I heard it first time on the radio Radio ga ga was the name of that song Now I'm back with the track and I feel so strong 1996 - the remix is done First time ever since the story begun One of my favorites in the music scene Here is the voice, the voice of Queen I'd sit alone and watch your light My only friend through teenage nights And everything I had to know I heard it on my radio So don't become some background noise A backdrop for the girls and boys Who just don't know or just don't care And just complain when you're not there You had your time, you had the power You've yet to have your finest hour Radio All we hear is radio ga ga Radio goo goo Radio ga ga All we hear is radio ga ga Radio blah blah Radio - what's new Radio - someone still loves you If you want to listen to the music of today Turn on the radio and let it play Play it loud without no doubt Queen and BoBo is what I'm talking all about About a beat that spins you around Get up stand up move to the sound With the rhythm and the rhymes let the music flow Everybody everywhere listen to the radio We watch the the shows - we watch the stars On videos for hours and hours We hardly need to use our ears How music changes through the years. 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