Friday Aug 21, 2009

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Lost In Translation Theatre!

Muse of fire in libraries, or it grows
The brightest heaven of inventions
British stage, it is Prince
The Prince and swollen eye-scenes!
Then Harry is offensive, because his
Assume the port of Mars, on his heels,
As the Hounds, hungry, leashed, sword, fire,
Crouch for employment. However, I am sorry, everyone, Gentles
Spirit does not have the courage to make steady
Unworthy scaffold to bring in this out
Such a large target: this can keep the cab
Vasty areas of France? Or maybe we cram
Library, this tree is very casque
What affright the air at Agincourt?
Oh, sorry! Because it can be bent
To testify about 100 locations around the world;
And let us know the keys to this great accompt,
Your imagination to work.
Belt and within these walls.
Currently, only two are one mighty ruler
Its a big advantage and it upreared
Narrow parts of the Ocean out dangerous:
Dress up their own shortcomings;
Parts of a man in 1000, regional
And imaginary puissance;
When the story of a horse, we see them
Receive a print proud hoofs on the earth;
My idea is for us now is our cover Kings,
Carry them here and there, jumping up,
Turning a long-term results
Glass from time to time: it is the supply,
I am the choir's history in this Grant;
Prologue in my own humble patience pray for people, such as
Gently, kindly to assess, to hear our music.

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O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention,
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act
And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!
Then should the warlike Harry, like himself,
Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels,
Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire
Crouch for employment. But pardon, and gentles all,
The flat unraised spirits that have dared
On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth
So great an object: can this cockpit hold
The vasty fields of France? or may we cram
Within this wooden O the very casques
That did affright the air at Agincourt?
O, pardon! since a crooked figure may
Attest in little place a million;
And let us, ciphers to this great accompt,
On your imaginary forces work.
Suppose within the girdle of these walls
Are now confined two mighty monarchies,
Whose high upreared and abutting fronts
The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder:
Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts;
Into a thousand parts divide on man,
And make imaginary puissance;
Think when we talk of horses, that you see them
Printing their proud hoofs i' the receiving earth;
For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings,
Carry them here and there; jumping o'er times,
Turning the accomplishment of many years
Into an hour-glass: for the which supply,
Admit me Chorus to this history;
Who prologue-like your humble patience pray,
Gently to hear, kindly to judge, our play.




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VIEW 4 of 4 COMMENTS
vivienne:
Thank you for fixing my picture. I really appreciate it. I had a nasty gash on my forehead and had to keep it covered.
jemmm:
thanks for your words and for taking a minute to read what l wrote. kisses

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