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I BORROWED THIS FROM ANOTHER GROUP....BUT IT IS ALOT OF FUN! WHO CAN POST MORE????? LADIES OR MEN Ladies-1 Men - 0 |
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The Little Match Girl by Hans Christian Anderson Once upon a time . . . a llttle glrl tried to make a living by selling matches in the street. It was New Year's Eve and the snowclad streets were deserted. From brightly lit windows came the tinkle of laughter and the sound of singing. People were getting ready to bring in the New Year. But the poor little matchseller sat sadly beside the fountain. Her ragged dress and worn shawl did not keep out the cold and she tried to keep her bare feet from touching the frozen ground. She hadn't sold one box of matches all day and she was frightened to go home, for her father would certainly be angry. It wouldn't be much warmer anyway, in the draughty attic that was her home. The little girl's fingers were stiff with cold. If only she could light a match! But what would her father say at such a waste! Falteringly she took out a match and lit it. What a nice warm flame! The little matchseller cupped her hand over it, and as she did so, she magically saw in its light a big brightly burning stove She held out her hands to the heat, but just then the match went out and the vision faded. The night seemed blacker than before and it was getting colder. A shiver ran through the little girl's thin body. After hesitating for a long time, she struck another match on the wall, and this time, the glimmer turned the wall into a great sheet of crystal. Beyond that stood a fine table laden with food and lit by a candlestick. Holding out her arms towards the plates, the little matchseller seemed to pass through the glass, but then the match went out and the magic faded. Poor thing: in just a few seconds she had caught a glimpse of everything that life had denied her: warmth and good things to eat. Her eyes filled with tears and she lifted her gaze to the lit windows, praying that she too might know a little of such happiness. She lit the third match and an even more wonderful thing happened. There stood a Christmas tree hung with hundreds of candles, glittering with tinsel and coloured balls. "Oh, how lovely!" exclaimed the little matchseller, holding up the match. Then, the match burned her finger and flickered out. The light from the Christmas candles rose higher and higher, then one of the lights fell, leaving a trail behind it. "Someone is dying," murmured the little girl, as she remembered her beloved Granny who used to say: "When a star falls, a heart stops beating!" Scarcely aware of what she was doing, the little matchseller lit another match. This time, she saw her grandmother. "Granny, stay with me!" she pleaded, as she lit one match after the other, so that her grandmother could not disappear like all the other visions. However, Granny did not vanish, but gazed smilingly at her. Then she opened her arms and the little girl hugged her crying: "Granny, take me away with you!" A cold day dawned and a pale sun shone on the fountain and the icy road. Close by lay the lifeless body of a little girl surrounded by spent matches. "Poor little thing!" exclaimed the passersby. "She was trying to keep warm!" But by that time, the little matchseller was far away where there is neither cold, hunger nor pain. |
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ladies the score of 1367 gentlemen have 1363 |
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Christmas Bells
This poem was written on December 25th 1864 during the American Civil War by one of America's greatest writers, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. The references to this war were removed when the poem was rearranged and set to music by John Baptiste Calkin in 1872. I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
And thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along The unbroken song Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
Till, ringing, singing on its way, The world revolved from night to day, A voice, a chime A chant sublime Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
Then from each black accursed mouth The cannon thundered in the South, And with the sound The carols drowned Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
It was as if an earthquake rent The hearth-stones of a continent, And made forlorn The households born Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
And in despair I bowed my head; "There is no peace on earth," I said; "For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men!"
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: "God is not dead; nor doth he sleep! The Wrong shall fail, The Right prevail, With peace on earth, good-will to men!" |
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| Christmas Greeting From A Fairy To A Child by Lewis Carroll | | Lewis Carroll author of "Alice鈥檚 Adventures in Wonderland" and many other delightful stories wrote this poem about Christmas time: Lady, dear, if Fairies may For a moment lay aside Cunning tricks and elfish play, 'Tis at happy Christmas-tide.
We have heard the children say - Gentle children, whom we love - Long ago on Christmas Day, Came a message from above,
Still, as Christmas-tide comes round, They remember it again - Echo still the joyful sound "Peace on earth, good-will to men!"
Yet the hearts must childlike be Where such heavenly guests abide; Unto children, in their glee, All the year is Christmas-tide!
Thus, forgetting tricks and play For a moment, Lady dear, We would wish you, if we may, Merry Christmas, Glad New Year! | | |
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Be sure to go back a page or two because there is even more there!!! ladies the score of 1371 gentlemen have 1363 |
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Angel Sarah Maclaghlin Spent all your time waiting for that second chance for a break that would make it Okay there's always one good reason to feel not good enough and it 's hard at the end of the day I need some distraction Oh beautiful release memory seeps me from my viens let me be empty and weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight In the arms of an angel fly away from here from this dark cold hotel room and the endlessness that your fear you are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie you're in the arms of an angel may you find some comfort here so tired of the straight line and everywhere you turn There's vutures and thieves at your back the storm keeps on twisting you keep building the lie that you made up for all that you lack it don't make no difference escaping one last time it's easier to believe this sweet madness oh, that glorious sadness that brings me to my knees In the arms of an angel Fly away from here From this dark, cold hotel room And the endlessness you fear You are pulled from the wreckage You're in the arms of an angel may you find some comfort here You're in the arms of an angel May you find some comfort here. For Silken, Bella and everyone else................................... LADIES 1372 Gentlemen 1363 |
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That song was sang to close the Vigil in Brandon. For me in the arms of an angel can mean a friend, a higher power, God or whatever comforts and keeps us safe! Angels to me are friends on earth. LADIES 1373 Gentlemen 1363 |
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LADIES 1375 Hi Shannon!! Gentlemen 1363 However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names. It is not as bad as you are. It looks poorest when you are richest. The fault finder will find fault even in paradise. Henry David Thoreau |
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LADIES 1376 Gentlemen 1363 If you want to feel rich just count all the things in your life that money can not buy! |
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LADIES 1377 Gentlemen 1363 A son is a little boy who grows up to be a best friend! |
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LADIES 1378 Gentlemen 1363 I like this quote so much I am gonna leave it.....thanks Em! A son is a little boy who grows up to be a best friend! |
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