Post by Alice Brandon on Jan 13, 2008 21:31:12 GMT
Alice Brandon
[/center][/color]born Alice, but friends call me Ali and people call me Lady Alice.
I have 19 years of hopes and dreams.
I am the only child.
I am a noble
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sailing to byzantium[/i][/SIZE][/color][/font]
.inseparable. THAT is no country for old men. The young
.best friend. In one another's arms, birds in the trees
.close friends. Those dying generations - at their song
.good friends. The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas
.average friends. Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
.name basis. Whatever is begotten, born, and dies
.childhood friends. Caught in that sensual music all neglect
.secret friends. Monuments of unageing intellect
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against unworthy praise
.mutual hatred. An aged man is but a paltry thing
.rivals. A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
.friendly rivals. Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
.annoyance. For every tatter in its mortal dress
.competitive. Nor is there singing school but studying
.love/hate. Monuments of its own magnificence
.jealousy. And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
.former friends. To the holy city of Byzantium
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leda and the swan
.in love {him/her/mutual}. O sages standing in God's holy fire
.final. As in the gold mosaic of a wall
.future. Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre
.current. And be the singing-masters of my soul
.past; friends. Consume my heart away; sick with desire
.past; still feelings. And fastened to a dying animal
.past; enemies. It knows not what it is; and gather me
.crush on you. Into the artifice of eternity
.crush on me. Once out of nature I shall never take
.mutual crush. My bodily form from any natural thing
.one-night-stand. But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
.flirting. Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
.friends with benefits. To keep a drowsy Emperor awake
.childhood sweethearts. Or set upon a golden bough to sing
.physical attraction. To lords and ladies of Byzantium
.forbidden/secret love. Of what is past, or passing, or to come
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*credit William Butler Yeats*