| 12th Reich |
2012-01-21 11:42:57 |
| Day One Achmed tossed his empty bottle over the side. "Too bad about Itchie." "Ja," agreed Fick. "Too bad." "Is there more beer?" asked Dark Helmet. Fick flipped the ice chest open and drew out two beers along with a small bottle of sake. "Who vantz lazt of Itchie's booze?" Dark Helmet shrugged and reached for the bottle. "I'll drink it." He popped the top an... |
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2011-07-12 07:16:55 |
| Browning, Robert: Egy év múlva (In a Year Magyar nyelven) In a Year (Angol) I. Never any more, While I live, Need I hope to see his face As before. Once his love grown chill, Mine may strive— Bitterly we re-embrace, Single still. II. Was it something said, Something done, Vexed him? was it touch of hand,... |
| William Blake (Born 1757, Die |
2011-02-20 12:07:56 |
| William Blake The Clod and the Pebble From Songs of Experience 'Love seeketh not itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease, And builds a heaven in hell's despair.' So sung a little clod of clay, Trodden with the cattle's feet, But a pebble of the brook Warbled out these metres meet: 'Love seeketh only Self to please, To bi... |
| Percy B. S |
2010-06-02 18:54:06 |
| Percy B. Shelley: Nyár és tél (Summer and Winter) A délután fényes, derült, s vidám Nap-ékes június végén talán, Midőn, hogy fölpattan észak szele Ezüst felhőre, majd elhajt vele, S túlnan kitárja ránk szeplőtlen ég Az örökkévalóság képzetét. A napfénytől élvben mindenek; jó Nádas, sás, búzaföldek és folyó, Könnyű szélben szikrázik fűz-levél, S a fák... |
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