Quotes about na'ale, page 15
Melancholy
Bagger, beggar;
Hanger, anger!
Banger, ranger;
Stranger, Changer;
Finger, singer;
Linger, winger;
Larger, Charger!
And of the images of the people long gone;
Melancholy, man, men, mean, moan, may, lance, holy!
But, it cannot be explained to us because,
Your lover left you lonely.
Lome, can, May, mall, all, lame, hall, male, ace, lace;
Moving on alone and being guided by the light,
But, this message is also to others.
Hen, me, an, am, one, lone, lean, home, ale, ham, hole;
But this work cannot be explained to us so easily because,
Your lover left you lonely.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Beauty of Nature
I went to the garden and drank some ale
And heard the wailing of the nightingale
Blooming there also was a beautiful rose
But, unlike the birds, it had no woes
It looked so happy, so vigorous, so proud
Standing alone and above the crowd.
The narcissus also was looking very grand,
Had a tulip in waiting with a cup in hand
The iris there also lashing its tongue
Scolding them all, whether old or young,
And holding a flask was there a lass
Pouring red wine in everyone's glass
And there was Hafiz singing his song
Telling us to come and sing along.
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poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Ad Ministram
Dear Lucy, you know what my wish is, -
I hate all your Frenchified fuss:
Your silly entrées and made dishes
Were never intended for us.
No footman in lace and in ruffles
Need dangle behind my arm-chair;
And never mind seeking for truffles,
Although they be ever so rare.
But a plain leg of mutton, my Lucy,
I pr'ythee get ready at three:
Have it smoking, and tender, and juicy,
And what better meat can here be?
And when it has feasted the master,
'Twill amply suffice for the maid;
Meanwhile I will smoke my canaster,
And tipple my ale in the shade.
poem by William Makepeace Thackeray
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Larry O’Toole
You've all heard of Larry O'Toole,
Of the beautiful town of Drumgoole;
He had but one eye,
To ogle ye by—
Oh, murther, but that was a jew'l!
A fool
He made of de girls, dis O'Toole.
'Twas he was the boy didn't fail,
That tuck down pataties and mail;
He never would shrink
From any sthrong dthrink,
Was it whisky or Drogheda ale;
I'm bail
This Larry would swallow a pail.
Oh, many a night at the bowl,
With Larry I've sot cheek by jowl;
He's gone to his rest,
Where's there's dthrink of the best,
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poem by William Makepeace Thackeray
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Persicos Odi
Dear Lucy, you know what my wish is, --
I hate all your Frenchified fuss:
Your silly entrées and made dishes
Were never intended for us.
No footman in lace and in ruffles
Need dangle behind my arm-chair;
And never mind seeking for truffles,
Although they be ever so rare.
But a plain leg of mutton, my Lucy,
I pr'ythee get ready at three:
Have it smoking, and tender, and juicy,
And what better meat can here be?
And when it has feasted the master,
'Twill amply suffice for the maid;
Meanwhile I will smoke my canaster,
And tipple my ale in the shade.
poem by William Makepeace Thackeray
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The Lure of Being Lured
Why do they constantly try?
When each time fail.
A lure of no avail
Catch a piece of the sky
An endeavor forever to set sail.
The wind howls then makes one last wail.
Dark clouds cover another sunrise
Dumping the sand of time in a giant pail.
Down comes the hammer smashing one last nail.
Never to make a compromise
The darkness will never prevail
Even in the hardest hail
Just a man in a disguise
His voice so frail
His breath so stale.
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poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing
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We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing—
'Tisn't all Hock—with us—
Life has its Ale—
But it's many a lay of the Dim Burgundy—
We chant—for cheer—when the Wines—fail—
Do we "get drunk"?
Ask the jolly Clovers!
Do we "beat" our "Wife"?
I—never wed—
Bee—pledges his—in minute flagons—
Dainty—as the trees—on our deft Head—
While runs the Rhine—
He and I—revel—
First—at the vat—and latest at the Vine—
Noon—our last Cup—
"Found dead"—"of Nectar"—
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poem by Emily Dickinson
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Miserable
Miserable, able, era, are, ear, bear, bare, beam, bale, ale, sear, mare, lease, is, lies, arms, ease;
Of few days on your love and of several days to understand your ways!
But sternly noted is the muse of your act;
However you are not so important after all,
Because you failed to honour your promise! !
Miserable, lame, meal, bars, bears, bares, me, am, raise, ram rise, mire, male, arm, lie, ream;
Of the love that we shared when your muse was much noted to all!
But we are all in this game together;
However you are not so important after all,
Because you failed to honour your promise! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Braggart
With careful step to keep his balance up
He reels on warily along the street,
Slabbering at mouth and with a staggering stoop
Mutters an angry look at all he meets.
Bumptious and vain and proud he shoulders up
And would be something if he knew but how;
To any man on earth he will not stoop
But cracks of work, of horses and of plough.
Proud of the foolish talk, the ale he quaffs,
He never heeds the insult loud that laughs:
With rosy maid he tries to joke and play,--
Who shrugs and nettles deep his pomp and pride.
And calls him 'drunken beast' and runs away--
King to himself and fool to all beside.
poem by John Clare
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Scandal
She hastens out and scarcely pins her clothes
To hear the news and tell the news she knows;
She talks of sluts, marks each unmended gown,
Her self the dirtiest slut in all the town.
She stands with eager haste at slander's tale,
And drinks the news as drunkards drink their ale.
Excuse is ready at the biggest lie--
She only heard it and it passes bye.
The very cat looks up and knows her face
And hastens to the chair to get the place;
When once set down she never goes away,
Till tales are done and talk has nought to say.
She goes from house to house the village oer,
Her slander bothers everybody's door.
poem by John Clare
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