(not including endless work on Froissart and fixing stuff and learning more tech stuff and typing. New trick learned: the overlib note box: it lets you read a mini- text box over a link on a page. Invented by Eric Bosrup, this java script is especially helpful for Statius. In the Silvae there are so many obscure allusions to mythology, that the little boxes are perfect to add short definitions. Of course adding them will take a year or two! and that's just for Statius, not to mention Froissart and the rest of this site. Thanks to Bill Thayer, who helped by pointing out what I was doing wrong. Because of his brains, it only took me 14 hours to make the first try work. The first 13 were spent in trying to understand the directions on my own. I do read directions, I just don't get them, when it comes to computer talk or insurance policies, I am dyslexic. Also some Classical poets are up, some are mentioned by Statius. A brief bio of the poets and some of their works by various translators were collected by William Peter and his book is called Poems of the Ancients: Specimens of The Poets and Poetry of Greece and Rome by various translators, published in 1847. Many of the translations are better than those typically seen today on these old poets. Up so far: Alcman, or Alcmæon, Stesichorus, Ibycus Lycophron Callimachus Archias Ennius Laberius Lucan Statius From Monologues and Parodies, p. 45, is this verse that has I think might have its origin in a Classical author, but has appeared in many a joke book, in recognizable form for a couple of hundred years at least:
Your Comedy I've read, my friend, And like the half you've pilfered best; But, sure, the Drama you might mend; Take courage, man, and steal the rest!
That neither is most to blame, If you've forgotten my kisses, And I've forgotten your name —" A LITTLE MORE CIDER. There was an old maid of Oneida. Who screamed at the sight of a speida; She would kick at a lamb, And run wild from a ramb, But fearlessly tackle hard ceida! From The New Pun Book of 1906:
photographer’s gallery. “I can’t, and I won’t; so there!” “Madame,” said the photographer, “it will be impossible for me to make a good negative of you unless you quit being so positive.” morally and humanely and rationally, this ought to scotch that -- it's from the thirteenth century and the full excerpt is here:
bought; so often granted; so often guaranteed by writing; so often sworn to be respected? For each year almost, like slaves of the lowest condition, we are impoverished by new talliages [taxes], and injuriously harassed by fox-like arguments; nor can we discover into what whirlpool the property of which we are robbed is absorbed."
citizens, although unwillingly and not without bitterness of heart, yielded their consent to a contribution of two thousand pounds, to be paid to the King at a brief period. . . . Coleridge reminds us: "It is more honorable to the head, as well as to the heart to be misled in our eagerness in the pursuit of truth, than to be safe from blundering by contempt of it." opium.' 84: Two brothers having been sentenced to death, one was executed first. "See!" the other brother said, "what a lamentable spectacle my brother makes! In a few minutes I shall be turned off, -- and then you will see a pair of spectacles!" added. See them on this page. goddess Hecate, who had "all the secret powers of nature at her command." (including witchcraft) . . . . "Her presence was mostly felt at lonely cross-roads, whence she derived the name of Trivia." (Murray's Manual of Mythology, Revised Edition (1893); p. 91.
FISH -- Why, because he has attended so many berths. September 22, 2007. Stirling Castle, by Nathaniel Hawthorne is online. Reading Abbey by John Timbs, and another shorter article (with a little plagiarism) on Reading Abbey by H. Claiborne Dixon, are also up. All partially proofed. The bit on Reading Abbey is because of the graphic description in Hoveden of the English King Henry I.'s burial there, except for his organs which were buried separately in Rouen, France, where he died. September 20, 2007. The Grand Imposition Hotel by Marietta Holley is online and partially proofed. Since this story refers to it, the Ballad of Barbara Allen, edited by H. B. Cotterill is also online on this site. From Monologues and Parodies, compiled and arranged by J. F. Hartman, 1910; p. 67:
To gull the public two contractors come. One pilfers corn, -- the other cheats in rum. Which is the greater knave, ye wits explain, A rogue in spirit, or a rogue in grain? Palaces, As Seen and Described by Famous Authors, Edited and Translated by Esther Singleton (1901) with a picture.
ruined cistern. "I suppose there is a woman at the bottom of it."
"Well, darling, what was the text?" "I'm not quite sure, papa, but it sounded like, 'Many are Cold, but Few are Frozen.' "
Ocean." In this, the chorus fits that tune but the verses after have an extra line -- make up your own melody for that one. As Nancy comments, it is "Do-It-Yourself" sort of music: even better!):
par moi (A Ma.)
My angel now plays in cold seas, Too far to see, though I’m squinting, Oh, bring back my baby to me! Our mountains may be a lot older, And sagging with age, ... (like me). Our black bears are not quite so vicious; While snakes, mean as a grizzly, Can thrill her, if only she’ll see!
Blubber and Bubble Tea are lacking, Bugs right here, at least, are diverse. Boys? Just the same, all perverse. Bread now may not be as seedy, But, darling, our Nuts are no worse!
Soooooooooo………. Cast off the mud from your booties, Grab your pooch under your arm. Jump on the next Juneau ferry (I’ll steam the dang biscuits, my sweetie,) As you flit your way Eastward to me!
Note: "Blubber" refers to the fat of whales, which is still a staple (and taste treat to many) in parts of Alaska. A frozen cube of raw whale blubber was a snack that an Alaskan native, that I met 2 years ago, missed the most when she spent a few years in Connecticut. If they sold such chunks, would they be called "Fatsicles," do you think? "Bubble Tea" is a college-trendy non-alcoholic drink. Round pea-sized balls of tapioca are added to herbal teas and served with large straws. They are clear, so the tea looks like it has bubbles in it. Also, people eat the bubbles as they suck them up. The teas come in exotic flavors, but the bubbles taste like nothing and have the texture of gummi-worms. Besides Juneau, there's a cute little bistro in downtown Boston that sells bubble tea and their slogan is "Tea with Balls." They also warn you to suck responsibly, so you don't choke on the little blobs.
Will hide her drowsy head, And, for the sport of kings, increase The number of the dead. The whole poem is found here at the bottom of the page. There once was a painter quite bold Who never did as she was told She steadied her ladder But it didn't matter, Now she is on the floor, out cold!
© May, 2007. Uh, oh! Straydoc is a little peeved, I see! Find out why here, it's pretty funny. Hopefully this will help change behaviors, as you laugh. Share the page with your friends and enough publicity could lead to a difference in abusive corporate business tactics. Go to the Archives for the chronological record of the additions for the past 2 years.
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