Whose heards with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Blest! who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years slide soft away, In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day,
Sound sleep by night; study and ease Together mixed; sweet recreation, And innocence, which most does please, With meditation.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown; Thus unlamented let me die; Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie. ==============
I like this poem, I'm presenting it for English class. Thoughts?
Quote: from PrideAndJoy at 7:07 pm on Jan. 14, 2009 Jesus, that's fucking gay. Are you implying that Jesus was gay?
Jesus, that's fucking gay.
Are you implying that he was not?
Quote: from sykexl at 7:14 pm on Jan. 14, 2009 Quote: from TheLastMagister at 5:10 pm on Jan. 14, 2009 Quote: from PrideAndJoy at 7:07 pm on Jan. 14, 2009 Jesus, that's fucking gay. Are you implying that Jesus was gay?You're an idiot if you actually think that...which you don't, so I guess a nice fail would be appropriate. Gee, let me explain a situation I obviously understand then contradict myself to be a smartass. I iz so cool!
Quote: from TheLastMagister at 5:10 pm on Jan. 14, 2009 Quote: from PrideAndJoy at 7:07 pm on Jan. 14, 2009 Jesus, that's fucking gay. Are you implying that Jesus was gay?You're an idiot if you actually think that...which you don't, so I guess a nice fail would be appropriate.