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methodrone
17 March 2011 @ 11:45 pm
what ever dies, was not mixed equally  
peedeejaa laikaa mani padara traku viirieshi ap 40 pieklaajiigos uzvalkos ar maniereem, zinaashanaam un mieriigu vienladziibu. man ir pamatiigs crush uz manu alnglju literatuuras pasniedzeeju frenku wilsonu. vinjsh no njujorkas paarvaacaas uz wolverhamptonu un vinja miiljaakais laikmets ir veelais 17. gadsimts un agriinais 18. gadsimts vinjsh nedaudz izskataas peec geeky billija crudupa, vienmeer dzer cola light un neesaa melnas biitelenes ar uzvalku un brilles kas nedaudz palielina vinja acis. vinja humors ir nedaudz inappropriate, bet vinjsh to pasniedz tik mieriigi un eleganti, tas ir apburoshi. kad literauuras seminaaraa mums bija katram studentam jaapastaasta kursh no 17.aa gadsimta darbiem mums patika vislabaak, es vieniigaa pateicu, ka man patika miltona paradise lost, un seminaara skolotaaja teica, ka tad man ljoti patiks frenka wilsona lekcijas kursa otrajaa gadaa, jo vinjsh specializeejas miltonaa, tad man bija taads prieks it kaa mums ar frenku buutu naakamgad sarunaats randinjsh

veel man patiik, ka vinjsh par miilestiibas dzejoljiem runaa tik veesi un mieriigi it kaa miilestiiba buutu pashsaprotama

muusu kaazaas muusu pirmaa deja buus pie the everly brothers - love of my life un kaazu runaa frenks wilsons man veltiis donnes dzejoli 'the good morrow'
 
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briinumcepuminjsh[info]french_mime on March 18th, 2011 - 02:54 am
no kurienes ir tas-what ever dies was not mixed equally?
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[info]methodrone on March 18th, 2011 - 10:25 am
no shii dzejolja

THE GOOD-MORROW.
by John Donne


I WONDER by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved ? were we not wean'd till then ?
But suck'd on country pleasures, childishly ?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den ?
'Twas so ; but this, all pleasures fancies be ;
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.

And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear ;
For love all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone ;
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown ;
Let us possess one world ; each hath one, and is one.

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest ;
Where can we find two better hemispheres
Without sharp north, without declining west ?
Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally ;
If our two loves be one, or thou and I
Love so alike that none can slacken, none can d
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