men [Theme]
No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud,
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I in this,
Authrizing thy trespass with compare,
Myself the corrupting salving thy amiss,
Excusing thy sins more than their sins are;
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense -
Thy adverse party is thy advocate -
And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence:
Such civil war is in my love and hate
That I an ccessary needs must be
To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.
My friend, deed your consigned to oblivion!
Rose there's thorns, there is silt in the key
The sun and moon - mist, Eclipse, -
Malicious worm is found in the flower.
All men are sinners, because sin and I
You quickly excusing;
You in favor of harming himself,
I, no matter what you do, all is forgiven.
Your sins, my love meet:
Your opponent, the defender AVAS,
Himself same a counterclaim Vineet
And, armed against himself,
Aspires to be a judge to justify a
All of you, my lovely thief!
Quote Explanation: Sonnet 35 in the translation of modest Tchaikovsky.
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MegaMozg 15-06-2020 / 12:36
If thou survive my well-contented day,
When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover,
And shalt by fortune once more re-survey
These poor rude lines of thy lover deceasd,
Compare them with the bett'ring of the time,
And though they be outstripped by every pen,
Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme,
Exceeded by the height of happier men.
O then vouchsafe me but this loving thought:
'Had my friend's Muse grown with this growing age,
A dearer birth than this his love had brought
To march in ranks of better equipage:
But since he died, and poets better prove,
Theirs for their style I'll read, his for his love.
Oh, if you're gonna outlive me,
When it will decay the body is,
And somehow accidentally perechtesh
Clumsy verse fan-poet -
Compare it with the verse of the later century
And, even though he was many to be outdone,
It is not honoring rhyme, - the human heart,
Who were you in bondage
Comfort me, lovingly thinking:
"If the poems of the dead man could
Go for a century, friendship, singing,
They would be the best style surpassed.
But once he died, I respect the art
The poets of the century, it is - a feeling."
Quote Explanation: Sonnet 32 in the translation of modest Tchaikovsky.
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Viker 13-06-2020 / 14:23
We remember, no surrender
Heroes of our century
Three men stood strong and they held out for long
Going into the fight to their death that awaits
Crazy or brave, will it end in the grave?
As they're giving their lives
As their honor dictates
Far, Far from home to a war
Fought on foreign soil and far
Far from known tell their tale
Their forgotten story
Cobras Fumantes, eterna é sua vitória.
We remember - you didn't give up
Heroes of our century!
Three people were killed, they lasted a long time against the enemy.
They went into battle, into certain death.
Madness or courage, will end their history in the grave?
They have given up on life
As told they honor.
Far, far from home, in war,
That was carried out in a foreign land.
Far, far away from the glory, tell their story,
Their forgotten history.
"Smoking Snakes", the memory of them lives.
SabatonSmoking pastel citationsearch, grapestreet
Quote Explanation: 14 APR 1944 — Brazilian reconnaissance part of Beaty Geraldo da Cruz, Arlindo Lucio da Silva and Geraldo Rodrigues de Sousa fell into the trap. The machine-gun fire drove the three soldiers in the shelter. The enemy outnumbered them, waiting for reinforcements was nowhere. But the Brazilians did not give up — they were shot until out of ammunition, despite the rushing around of a mortar shell. According to legend, even then they refused to surrender, joined the bayonets and rushed to the attack. All three were killed, but the Germans were so impressed by their heroism that buried them and erected on the grave cross. Battle for Montese began, and the three heroes was not only Brazilians who died that day. The city was liberated after several days of street fighting — it was the last battle of the Second world for FEB, and at the same time the most difficult. Minor skirmishes continued later, but after 28 April, Mussolini was killed by Italian partisans, the Axis forces in Italy signed a
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MegaMozg 10-05-2020 / 09:27
Knock down the walls -
It's alive in you,
Knock down the place -
You're alone it's true
Knock down the world -
It's alive in you,
You gotta keep your head up
through it all, you're gonna...
Bust out on it (original prankster)
Break out, yeah (original, yeah)
Bust out on it (original prankster)
You never stop now, stop now -
That's what the main men say!
You can do it!
Blow to hell all the walls -
It's in the blood
Blow to hell the whole building
You're single, and that's the reality
Blow to hell the whole world
It's in the blood
It is necessary to go through that
With a proudly raised head, will have...
Get out of here (natural born prankster),
To escape from here, Yes (born, yeah),
Get out of here (natural born prankster),
You can't stop no,
So that's an order!
You can do it!*
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Quote Explanation: * - "You can do it!" - a popular phrase from the Comedy "the waterboy" Frank Coraci.
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MegaMozg 27-02-2020 / 01:08
Sword and shield, bone and steel, rictus grin,
Deaf forever to the battles din,
Deaf forever to the battles din,
Deaf forever stone deaf forever.
Mother earth, mother earth
enfold you in her cold embrace.
Sinking down, killing ground,
worm crawling on your cold white face.
Win or lose, nought to choose,
all men are equal when their memory fades.
No one knows, friends or foes,
if Valhalla lies beyond the grave...
The sword and shield, bone and steel, fangs,
Deaf forever in the DIN of battle,
Deaf forever in the DIN of battle,
Deaf forever, deaf forever frozen.
Mother earth, mother earth
Takes you in its cold embrace.
Fall to the bottom, the deadly land,
Worm crawling on your cold, pale face.
Win or lose, nothing to choose,
All men are equal when their memory fades.
No one knows neither friends nor enemies,
If Valhalla lies beyond the grave...
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MegaMozg 04-12-2019 / 15:50
