From: cujo@petitmorte.net   
      
   nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) wrote in   
   news:MjOdnWp15rEI1MH0nZ2dnZfqnPSdnZ2d@giganews.com:   
      
   >> Cujo DeSockpuppet wrote:   
   >> nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) wrote in   
   >> news:Rv-dneZld_MPfsb0nZ2dnZfqn_GdnZ2d@giganews.com:   
   >>   
   >>   
   >>> NancyGene wrote:   
   >>>   
   >>> NancyGene wrote:   
   >>>   
   >>> NancyGene wrote:   
   >>> 2. PART THE SECOND.*   
   >>> I."A SONG FOR THE NEW YEAR.   
   >>> by Barry Cornwall   
   >>>   
   >>> Hark!   
   >>> The Old Year is gone!   
   >>> And the young New Year is coming!   
   >>> Through minutes, and days, and unknown skies,   
   >>> My soul on her forward journey flies;   
   >>> Over the regions of rain and snow;   
   >>> And beyond where the wild March-trumpets blow:   
   >>> And I see the meadows, all cowslip-strewn;   
   >>> And I dream of the dove in the greenwood lone;   
   >>> And the wild bee humming:"   
   >>> And all because the New Year is coming!   
   >>> The Winter is cold, the Winter is gray,   
   >>> But he hath not a sound on his tongue to-day:   
   >>> The son of the stormy Autumn, he   
   >>> Totters about on a palsied knee,   
   >>> With a frozen heart and a feeble head:   
   >>> Let us pierce a barrel and drink him dead!   
   >>> The fresh New Year is almost here;   
   >>> Let us warm him with mistletoe boughs, my dear!   
   >>> Let us welcome him hither, with songs and wine,   
   >>> Who holdeth such joys in his arms divine!   
   >>> 2   
   >>> What is the Past,"to you, or me,   
   >>> But a thing that was, and was to be?   
   >>> And now it is gone to a world unknown;   
   >>> Its deeds are done; its flight is flown!   
   >>> Hark to The Past! In a bitter tone,   
   >>> It crieth “The good Old Year is flown,”"   
   >>> The sire of a thousand thoughtful hours,   
   >>> Of a thousand songs, of a thousand flowers!   
   >>> Ah! why, thou ungrateful child of rhyme,   
   >>> Rail'st thou at the deeds of our father Time?   
   >>> Hath he not fed thee, day by day,   
   >>> With fancies that soothe thy soul alway?   
   >>> Hath he not 'wakened, with pleasant pain,   
   >>> The Muse that slept in thy teeming brain?   
   >>> Hath he not"ah! dost thou forget   
   >>> All the amount of the mighty debt?   
   >>> Hush, hush!"The little I owe to Time   
   >>> I'll pay him, some day, with a moody rhyme,"   
   >>> Full of phantasmas, dark and drear,   
   >>> As the shadows thrown down by the old Old Year,"   
   >>> Dim as the echoes that lately fell   
   >>> From the deep Night's funereal bell,   
   >>> Sounding hollow o'er hill and vale,   
   >>> Like the close of a mournful tale!   
   >>> . . . . In the meantime,"speak, trump and drum!   
   >>> The Year is gone! the Year is come!   
   >>> The fresh New Year, the bright New Year,   
   >>> That telleth of hope and joy, my dear!   
   >>> Let us model our spirit to chance and change,   
   >>> Let us lesson our spirit to hope, and range   
   >>> Through plonsuros to come,"years unknown;   
   >>> But never forget the time that's flown!   
   >>>   
   >>> *from "English Songs, and Other Small Poems"   
   >>> By Barry Cornwall   
   >>> (1787-)   
   >>>   
   >>> Attached portrait by William Brockedon (1830)   
   >>>   
   >>>   
   >>>   
   >>> Barry told us that he is honored that we posted his poem.   
   >>>   
   >>>   
   >>> Barry says that he doesn't like it when his name is spelled wrong,   
   >>> or when his poems are posted without his permission.   
   >>>   
   >>>   
   >>>   
   >>> George Dunce stole Barry Cornwall/Bryan Waller Procter's poem.  Will   
   >>> Donkey spelled Barry/Bryan's last name wrong.  Is there any end to   
   >>> their incompetence?   
   >>>   
   >>   
   >>   
   >> Does infinity end, Grasshopper?   
   >   
   > No, Master Po.  Also, George Dunce got the name of the poem wrong.  If   
   > he was going to steal poems from us, he could at least get the title   
   > right.  What are three errors called in Kung Fu?  We asked George   
   > Dunce's Trusted Source:   
   >   
   > "In Kung Fu training, the concept of "three errors and you're out"   
   > isn't a formal, universal term but reflects a principle of safe   
   > training where a first mistake is normal, a second mistake signals   
   > deep fatigue or distraction (requiring a break), and a third mistake   
   > (or repeated errors) means you're too exhausted or unfocused to   
   > continue safely, often leading to rest or stopping. While not a   
   > specific phrase like "triple fault," it's the idea that persistent   
   > mistakes (e.g., poor stance, rushing, negative self-talk) show you're   
   > pushing beyond your current limits and need to reset."   
   >   
   > IOW George Dunce is out of his league, punching above his weight, and   
   > outmatched.  He should go back to Moose Herding.   
      
   This is begging for a graphic picture of George moose herding. And of   
   course, failing.   
      
   That would fucking rule, Beavis.   
      
   In the meantime...enjoy.   
      
   Beavis: Rooted in the Tao   
   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lUDVIXTuzik   
      
   --   
   "Post-editing someone's statement before replying to it is a sure sign   
   that you have already lost the argument." - Little Willie Douchebag gets   
   another asskicking from Pendragon   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
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