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Jan 5, 2013

RE: the smell of spring is in the air

No, no money and no land but i have a bus pass

and i could try retraining you

after all men are like a "domestic animal which, if treated with firmness, can be trained to do most things" ..........

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Jan 5, 2013

RE: the smell of spring is in the air

So i take it, a marriage for us is out of the question then ??? ..............

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Jan 5, 2013

RE: the smell of spring is in the air

Happy is the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying once and for all.......................................... !

but.......... we could still have a bit of fun

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Jan 5, 2013

RE: the smell of spring is in the air

Really ........ most men love it

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Jan 5, 2013

RE: Who would you like to meet.........

Ohhhhhhhhhh, if only i was a few years younger Maddog i know what i would be whispering in our Jimbos ear ..................

I always had a little thing for Jimbo ......... he has brains and a lovely cheeky grin

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Jan 5, 2013

RE: Who would you like to meet.........

Disclaimer note .................. Not talking about our Jimbo here on CS !!!!!!!!! this fella is bald and has a lot of oooooooooooo`s after the B in his name

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Jan 5, 2013

RE: Who would you like to meet.........

We will book a double bed this time around ....................

...........that is if you still have the hots for me

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Jan 5, 2013

RE: Who would you like to meet.........

Was that your man, the baldy fella .............. JIMBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

i thought he had a dose of fleas the way he was hopping all over ya ............

I am sure the girls can`t wait to have me in Dundalk .................. a Royal visit so to speak

well Perfect if it`s good enough for Bill, it`s good enough for NV.

CS rocks .................

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OPDec 26, 2012

Daily Quiz revived, in memory of Fallingman !

ANOTHER SONG OF A FOOL

THIS great purple butterfly,
In the prison of my hands,
Has a learning in his eye
Not a poor fool understands.
Once he lived a schoolmaster
With a stark, denying look;
A string of scholars went in fear
Of his great birch and his great book.
Like the clangour of a bell,
Sweet and harsh, harsh and sweet.
That is how he learnt so well
To take the roses for his meat.

William Butler Yeats

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OPDec 25, 2012

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Happy Christmas all

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OPDec 24, 2012

Post Your All Time Favourite Xmas Song ......

HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO EVERYONE ON CS

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OPDec 24, 2012

Daily Quiz revived, in memory of Fallingman !

Twas the Night Before Christmas

or Account of a Visit from St. Nicholas
by
Major Henry Livingston Jr. (1748-1828)
(previously believed to be by Clement Clarke Moore)

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

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OPDec 23, 2012

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To A Squirrel At Kyle-Na-No

Come play with me;
Why should you run
Through the shaking tree
As though I'd a gun
To strike you dead?
When all I would do
Is to scratch your head
And let you go.

William Butler Yeats

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OPDec 22, 2012

Daily Quiz revived, in memory of Fallingman !

To Ireland In The Coming Times

Know, that I would accounted be
True brother of a company
That sang, to sweeten Ireland's wrong,
Ballad and story, rann and song;
Nor be I any less of them,
Because the red-rose-bordered hem
Of her, whose history began
Before God made the angelic clan,
Trails all about the written page.
When Time began to rant and rage
The measure of her flying feet
Made Ireland's heart hegin to beat;
And Time bade all his candles flare
To light a measure here and there;
And may the thoughts of Ireland brood
Upon a measured guietude.
Nor may I less be counted one
With Davis, Mangan, Ferguson,
Because, to him who ponders well,
My rhymes more than their rhyming tell
Of things discovered in the deep,
Where only body's laid asleep.
For the elemental creatures go
About my table to and fro,
That hurry from unmeasured mind
To rant and rage in flood and wind,
Yet he who treads in measured ways
May surely barter gaze for gaze.
Man ever journeys on with them
After the red-rose-bordered hem.
Ah, faerics, dancing under the moon,
A Druid land, a Druid tune.!
While stiIl I may, I write for you
The love I lived, the dream I knew.
From our birthday, until we die,
Is but the winking of an eye;
And we, our singing and our love,
What measurer Time has lit above,
And all benighted things that go
About my table to and fro,
Are passing on to where may be,
In truth's consuming ecstasy,
No place for love and dream at all;
For God goes by with white footfall.
I cast my heart into my rhymes,
That you, in the dim coming times,
May know how my heart went with them
After the red-rose-bordered hem.

William Butler Yeats

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OPDec 21, 2012

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Upon A Dying Lady

I
Her Courtesy

WITH the old kindness, the old distinguished grace,
She lies, her lovely piteous head amid dull red hair
propped upon pillows, rouge on the pallor of her face.
She would not have us sad because she is lying there,
And when she meets our gaze her eyes are laughter-lit,
Her speech a wicked tale that we may vie with her,
Matching our broken-hearted wit against her wit,
Thinking of saints and of petronius Arbiter.

Willam Butler Yeats.

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OPDec 20, 2012

Name one thing in a man/woman .......... that

Name one thing in a man/woman .......... that

(A) Turns you on? ............

(B) Turns you off? ............

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OPDec 20, 2012

Daily Quiz revived, in memory of Fallingman !

Wisdom

THE true faith discovered was
When painted panel, statuary.
Glass-mosaic, window-glass,
Amended what was told awry
By some peasant gospeller;
Swept the Sawdust from the floor
Of that working-carpenter.
Miracle had its playtime where
In damask clothed and on a seat
Chryselephantine, cedar-boarded,
His majestic Mother sat
Stitching at a purple hoarded
That He might be nobly breeched
In starry towers of Babylon
Noah's freshet never reached.
King Abundance got Him on
Innocence; and Wisdom He.
That cognomen sounded best
Considering what wild infancy
Drove horror from His Mother's breast.

William Butler Yeats

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Dec 19, 2012

RE: Christmas Hols!

I think you are a wee bit confused as to which bird get`s stuffed at Xmas ........... !

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Dec 19, 2012

RE: Christmas Hols!

You should try sparring with a woman then, we are always right!!!!! ..........

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OPDec 19, 2012

Daily Quiz revived, in memory of Fallingman !

The Curse Of Cromwell

YOU ask what -- I have found, and far and wide I go:
Nothing but Cromwell's house and Cromwell's murderous crew,
The lovers and the dancers are beaten into the clay,
And the tall men and the swordsmen and the horsemen, where are they?
And there is an old beggar wandering in his pride -- -
His fathers served their fathers before Christ was crucified.
O what of that, O what of that,
'What is there left to say?

All neighbourly content and easy talk are gone,
But there's no good complaining, for money's rant is on.
He that's mounting up must on his neighbour mount,
And we and all the Muses are things of no account.
They have schooling of their own, but I pass their schooling by,
What can they know that we know that know the time to die?
O what of that, O what of that,
What is there left to say?

But there's another knowledge that my heart destroys,
As the fox in the old fable destroyed the Spartan boy's
Because it proves that things both can and cannot be;
That the swordsmen and the ladies can still keep company,
Can pay the poet for a verse and hear the fiddle sound,
That I am still their setvant though all are underground.
O what of that, O what of that,
What is there left to say?
I came on a great house in the middle of the night,
Its open lighted doorway and its windows all alight,
And all my friends were there and made me welcome too;
But I woke in an old ruin that the winds. howled through;
And when I pay attention I must out and walk
Among the dogs and horses that understand my talk.
O what of that, O what of that,
What is there left to say?

William Butler Yeats

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Dec 18, 2012

RE: Who Won the Argument...

That you cant keep it up, it must be your big liathroidí that`s weighing it down

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Dec 18, 2012

RE: Who Won the Argument...

Oh God that a terror ............

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Dec 18, 2012

RE: Just when you thought we couldn't sink any lower!

And here again is where it`s a win, win for a woman, i am begining to think FACE is right, it`s a womans world

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OPDec 18, 2012

Daily Quiz revived, in memory of Fallingman !

The Cat And The Moon

THE cat went here and there
And the moon spun round like a top,
And the nearest kin of the moon,
The creeping cat, looked up.
Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
For, wander and wail as he would,
The pure cold light in the sky
Troubled his animal blood.
Minnaloushe runs in the grass
Lifting his delicate feet.
Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?
When two close kindred meet.
What better than call a dance?
Maybe the moon may learn,
Tired of that courtly fashion,
A new dance turn.
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
From moonlit place to place,
The sacred moon overhead
Has taken a new phase.
Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils
Will pass from change to change,
And that from round to crescent,
From crescent to round they range?
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
Alone, important and wise,
And lifts to the changing moon
His changing eyes.

William Butler Yeats

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OPDec 17, 2012

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The Sorrow Of Love

THE brawling of a sparrow in the eaves,
The brilliant moon and all the milky sky,
And all that famous harmony of leaves,
Had blotted out man's image and his cry.
A girl arose that had red mournful lips
And seemed the greatness of the world in tears,
Doomed like Odysseus and the labouring ships
And proud as Priam murdered with his peers;
Arose, and on the instant clamorous eaves,
A climbing moon upon an empty sky,
And all that lamentation of the leaves,
Could but compose man's image and his cry.

William Butler Yeats

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OPDec 16, 2012

Daily Quiz revived, in memory of Fallingman !

Broken Dreams

THERE is grey in your hair.
Young men no longer suddenly catch their breath
When you are passing;
But maybe some old gaffer mutters a blessing
Because it was your prayer
Recovered him upon the bed of death.
For your sole sake -- that all heart's ache have known,
And given to others all heart's ache,
From meagre girlhood's putting on
Burdensome beauty -- for your sole sake
Heaven has put away the stroke of her doom,
So great her portion in that peace you make
By merely walking in a room.
Your beauty can but leave among us
Vague memories, nothing but memories.
A young man when the old men are done talking
Will say to an old man, 'Tell me of that lady
The poet stubborn with his passion sang us
When age might well have chilled his blood.'
Vague memories, nothing but memories,
But in the grave all, all, shall be renewed.
The certainty that I shall see that lady
Leaning or standing or walking
In the first loveliness of womanhood,
And with the fervour of my youthful eyes,
Has set me muttering like a fool.
You are more beautiful than any one,
And yet your body had a flaw:
Your small hands were not beautiful,
And I am afraid that you will run
And paddle to the wrist
In that mysterious, always brimming lake
Where those What have obeyed the holy law
paddle and are perfect. Leave unchanged
The hands that I have kissed,
For old sake's sake.
The last stroke of midnight dies.
All day in the one chair
From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have
ranged
In rambling talk with an image of air:
Vague memories, nothing but memories.

William Butler Yeats

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OPDec 15, 2012

Daily Quiz revived, in memory of Fallingman !

Reconciliation

SOME may have blamed you that you took away
The verses that could move them on the day
When, the ears being deafened, the sight of the eyes blind
With lightning, you went from me, and I could find
Nothing to make a song about but kings,
Helmets, and swords, and half-forgotten things
That were like memories of you -- but now
We'll out, for the world lives as long ago;
And while we're in our laughing, weeping fit,
Hurl helmets, crowns, and swords into the pit.
But, dear, cling close to me; since you were gone,
My barren thoughts have chilled me to the bone.

William Butler Yeats :ireland:

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OPDec 14, 2012

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The Coming Of Wisdom With Time

THOUGH leaves are many, the root is one;
Through all the lying days of my youth
I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;
Now I may wither into the truth.

William Butler Yeats

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OPDec 13, 2012

Daily Quiz revived, in memory of Fallingman !

Before The World Was Made

If I make the lashes dark
And the eyes more bright
And the lips more scarlet,
Or ask if all be right
From mirror after mirror,
No vanity's displayed:
I'm looking for the face I had
Before the world was made.

What if I look upon a man
As though on my beloved,
And my blood be cold the while
And my heart unmoved?
Why should he think me cruel
Or that he is betrayed?
I'd have him love the thing that was
Before the world was made.

William Butler Yeats

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OPDec 12, 2012

Daily Quiz revived, in memory of Fallingman !

Quarrel In Old Age

WHERE had her sweetness gone?
What fanatics invent
In this blind bitter town,
Fantasy or incident
Not worth thinking of,
put her in a rage.
I had forgiven enough
That had forgiven old age.
All lives that has lived;
So much is certain;
Old sages were not deceived:
Somewhere beyond the curtain
Of distorting days
Lives that lonely thing
That shone before these eyes
Targeted, trod like Spring.

William Butler Yeats

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RE: the smell of spring is in the air

RE: the smell of spring is in the air

RE: the smell of spring is in the air

RE: the smell of spring is in the air

RE: Who would you like to meet.........

RE: Who would you like to meet.........

RE: Who would you like to meet.........

RE: Who would you like to meet.........

Daily Quiz revived, in memory of Fallingman !

Daily Quiz revived, in memory of Fallingman !

Post Your All Time Favourite Xmas Song ......

Daily Quiz revived, in memory of Fallingman !

Daily Quiz revived, in memory of Fallingman !

Daily Quiz revived, in memory of Fallingman !

Daily Quiz revived, in memory of Fallingman !

Name one thing in a man/woman .......... that

Daily Quiz revived, in memory of Fallingman !

RE: Christmas Hols!

RE: Christmas Hols!

Daily Quiz revived, in memory of Fallingman !

RE: Who Won the Argument...

RE: Who Won the Argument...

RE: Just when you thought we couldn't sink any lower!

Daily Quiz revived, in memory of Fallingman !

Daily Quiz revived, in memory of Fallingman !

Daily Quiz revived, in memory of Fallingman !

Daily Quiz revived, in memory of Fallingman !

Daily Quiz revived, in memory of Fallingman !

Daily Quiz revived, in memory of Fallingman !

Daily Quiz revived, in memory of Fallingman !

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