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Vit C
from Glasgow (United Kingdom) on 2002-12-02 12:23 [#00464852]
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I erm couldn't be happier, Imagine my delight at finding a cd with an awesome rendition of an Edgar Allen Poe poem.
Few days back (I think) there was a topic about reicarnating the deceased I think I wiuld reincarnate this guy and ask for a shot of his funny pipe.... He he(sorry about the annoying laugh)
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Vit C
from Glasgow (United Kingdom) on 2002-12-02 12:24 [#00464854]
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shit topic has no point
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Vit C
from Glasgow (United Kingdom) on 2002-12-02 12:25 [#00464855]
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to speak of
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uzim
on 2002-12-02 12:27 [#00464857]
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i don't read a lot (and that's not much to say!), but i remember i liked e.a. poe very much... :)
what is this poem?
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Vit C
from Glasgow (United Kingdom) on 2002-12-02 12:30 [#00464863]
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The haunted Palace
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uzim
on 2002-12-02 12:35 [#00464871]
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thanks :)
In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace-- Radiant palace--raised its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair!
Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow (This--all this--was in the olden Time long ago), And every gentle air that dallied In that sweet day, Upon the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odor went away.
Wanderers in that happy valley, Through two luminous windows, saw Spirits moving musically To a lute's well-timed law. Round about a throne where, sitting, (Porphyrogene!) In state his glory well befitting, The ruler of the realm was seen.
And all with pearl and ruby glowing Was the fair palace-door, Through which came, flowing, flowing, flowing, And sparkling everymore, A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty Was but to sing In voices of surpassing beauty The wit and wisdom of their king.
But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch's high estate. (Ah, let us mourn--for never morrow Shall dawn upon him desolate!) And round about his house of glory That blushed and bloomed Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed.
And travelers, now, within that valley Through the red-litten windows see Vast forms that move fantastically To a discordant melody, While, like a ghastly, rapid river, Through the pale door A hideous throng rush out forever And laugh--but smile no more.
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Vit C
from Glasgow (United Kingdom) on 2002-12-02 13:02 [#00464900]
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Hey :-) Can I offer you a chocolate.
If you would like this jump onto soulseek and I'll see what I can do.
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uzim
on 2002-12-02 13:03 [#00464904]
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thanks for the chocolate! :)
...but i don't have soulseek, for i am on a mac without virtual pc and don't know how to use python. ' _ '
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Vit C
from Glasgow (United Kingdom) on 2002-12-02 13:11 [#00464918]
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ok
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