Quotes about ken., page 2
Hey You
Hey you with the wedding dress on
Made of white chiffon blowing in the wind
Hey you with the dreams in your head
Youve been so mistead by your hearts pull
I know your waiting for your ship to come in
You anxiously wait for such a long time
Youre just like my ken and barbie doll
You dress up and play the game
Youre just like my ken and barbie doll
Your name will never change
Hey you with your eyes full of hope
You think you can rope your desire
Hey you, you naive thing
Your patience in time will tire
I know youre waiting for your ide to roll in
How did you ever get such high hopes?
Chorus:
Youre just like my ken and barbie doll
In a plastic world of make believe
Youre just like my ken and barbie doll
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song performed by Gwen Stefani
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The Mother's Lesson
Come hither an' sit on my knee, Willie,
Come hither an' sit on my knee,
An' list while I tell how your brave brither fell,
Fechtin' for you an' for me:
Fechtin' for you an' for me, Willie,
Wi' his guid sword in his han'.
Hech, but ye'll be a brave man, Willie,
Hech, but ye'll be a brave man!
Ye min' o' your ain brither dear, Willie,
Ye min' o' your ain brither dear,
How he pettled ye aye wi' his pliskies an' play,
An' was aye sae cantie o' cheer:
Aye sae cantie o' cheer, Willie,
As he steppit sae tall an' sae gran',
Hech, but ye'll be a brave man, Willie,
Hech, but ye'll be a brave man.
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poem by Sydney Thompson Dobell
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The Columbiad: Book X
The vision resumed, and extended over the whole earth. Present character of different nations. Future progress of society with respect to commerce; discoveries; inland navigation; philosophical, med and political knowledge. Science of government. Assimilation and final union of all languages. Its effect on education, and on the advancement of physical and moral science. The physical precedes the moral, as Phosphor precedes the Sun. View of a general Congress from all nations, assembled to establish the political harmony of mankind. Conclusion.
Hesper again his heavenly power display'd,
And shook the yielding canopy of shade.
Sudden the stars their trembling fires withdrew.
Returning splendors burst upon the view,
Floods of unfolding light the skies adorn,
And more than midday glories grace the morn.
So shone the earth, as if the sideral train,
Broad as full suns, had sail'd the ethereal plain;
When no distinguisht orb could strike the sight,
But one clear blaze of all-surrounding light
O'erflow'd the vault of heaven. For now in view
Remoter climes and future ages drew;
Whose deeds of happier fame, in long array,
Call'd into vision, fill the newborn day.
Far as seraphic power could lift the eye,
Or earth or ocean bend the yielding sky,
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poem by Joel Barlow
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The Bridal Of Triermain
Introduction.
I.
Come Lucy! while 'tis morning hour
The woodland brook we needs must pass;
So, ere the sun assume his power,
We shelter in our poplar bower,
Where dew lies long upon the flower,
Though vanish'd from the velvet grass.
Curbing the stream, this stony ridge
May serve us for a silvan bridge;
For here, compell'd to disunite,
Round petty isles the runnels glide,
And chafing off their puny spite,
The shallows murmurers waste their might,
Yielding to footstep free and light
A dry-shod pass from side to side.
II.
Nay, why this hesitating pause?
And, Lucy, as thy step withdraws,
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poem by Sir Walter Scott
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Juliet, where art thou?
farting
is such
a sweet
Zorro!
ken lee
ken lee
ken lee
without
yo.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Alankar(Decor) -40
A Visit To My Village(Chaucerian Roundel)
Till my last ken it was green, green alone
Looked just for God's tread carpeted sacred
Or an attire godly live emerald
Much a velvet thought even now I'm prone
To feel the heaven for me descended
Till my last ken it was green, green alone
Such be, changing are not people alone
Even the paddy fields to houses changed
Last trip here to say there were all paved
'Till my last ken it was green, green alone'
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Taki tha (Kosli poem)
e phirphirimane kenta usad hei kari kindruchan dekha ta
Dekha ta e bhursakirahmane paso aasi kari gharbhitarke
Guda karmu baluchan.
Han bala jentajenta kahi kahi galabelke muin
No kaheba kenaade kichhu aaru kahela baele
Barluti bag gudanu bag chua ke betinelabagir
Betinele ni kaheba mte kichhu.
asur heu ki parur amkasi gute bi ni aasi
e am gachhe aaru ladi heiche khali patar.
Tumar balad ta bada sutar hele paske gale
Marsi lad han balata kahuchen sonpurian mita.
Aaru ken ken katha ni kahela ken aaru hemane
kahuchhan taki tha
Taki tha taki tha Mahanadi khaend dhaskilajae.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Nature's Sting Back Survival Ploy
'Mankind consumes everything,
Coaxing Mother nature's wrath to sting! '
inspired poem Ken Hall themed in realities,
etchings of the laws of nature with contrasts,
of observational brilliant insight sustained,
line by line building reveal ultimate climatic
revelation; destructive humanity stir baits
all creation, not according to kill or be killed
but by ultimate control or destroy insanity,
pending is nature's sting back survival ploy.
A written dedication to the poem 'Natures Call Save the Forest of the Night' by Ken Hall. Quoted lines by Ken Hall.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Ken Bruce
If ever you're feeling downcast
And thinking it's no use,
Tune in, you'll feel much better
When listening to Ken Bruce.
A jovial sort of chappie
And Scottish through and through;
Working for the B.B.C.
Each day on radio 2.
I used to think that Wogan
Was really very good;
But Kenneth is far better,
It must be in his blood.
He loves a sparring partner
On whom to hone his tongue;
And couldn't find a better one
Than good old Jimmy Young.
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poem by John Carter Brown
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Ken
The town is old and very steep
A place of bells and cloisters and grey towers,
And black-clad people walking in their sleep—
A nun, a priest, a woman taking flowers
To her new grave; and watched from end to end
By the great Church above, through the still hours:
But in the morning and the early dark
The children wake to dart from doors and call
Down the wide, crooked street, where, at the bend,
Before it climbs up to the park,
Ken's is in the gabled house facing the Castle wall.
When first I came upon him there
Suddenly, on the half-lit stair,
I think I hardly found a trace
Of likeness to a human face
In his. And I said then
If in His image God made men,
Some other must have made poor Ken—
But for his eyes which looked at you
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poem by Charlotte Mary Mew
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