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William Shakespeare - Sonnet 18
Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? a
Thou art more lovely and more temperate: b
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, a
And summer's lease hath all too short a date: b

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, c
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; d
And every fair from fair sometime declines, c
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; d

But thy eternal summer shall not fade e
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; f
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, e
When in eternal lines to time thou growest: f

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, g
So long lives this and this gives life to thee. g


Oscar Wilde's novel the Picture of Dorian Gray, Chapter 1 – ‘the studio was filled with the rich odour of roses’.

The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.

From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flame like as theirs; and now and then the fantastic shadows of birds in flight flitted across the long tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in front of the huge window, producing a kind of momentary Japanese effect, and making him think of those pallid, jade-faced painters of Tokyo who, through the medium of an art that is necessarily immobile, seek to convey the sense of swiftness and motion. The sullen murmur of the bees shouldering their way through the long unmown grass, or circling with monotonous insistence round the dusty gilt horns of the straggling woodbine, seemed to make the stillness more oppressive. The dim roar of London was like the bourdon note of a distant organ.

In the centre of the room, clamped to an upright easel, stood the full-length portrait of a young man of extraordinary personal beauty, and in front of it, some little distance away, was sitting the artist himself, Basil Hallward, whose sudden disappearance some years ago caused, at the time, such public excitement and gave rise to so many strange conjectures.

2007-09-15 03:58:56 · 2 answers · asked by MM 1 in Poetry

I am looking to buy a new family car. There are four members in my family and we currently drive a minivan and desperately want to get something different. We are looking for either a full-size sedan (ford taurus, VW Passat or something like that) or a mid-size to full-size SUV. Gas mileage is also quite an important factor that must be weighed in. We want a car or SUV that is functional, stylish, and is all around safe. Our budget is about $30,000. Any suggestions? Thank you.

2007-09-15 03:58:39 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous in Buying & Selling

We've been together for 4 years and we have a 2 year old together. We fight non-stop about finances and then branch off from there. The first year we were together it was all fun and let's party but now we have a family and he won't open his eyes to what is driving me away. When we argue he brings up everything, I mean everything. Things that aren't even related to the topic...then he'll mutter under his breathe little childish comments. He is really, really slow at his full time job and it looks as if it won't get better for a while so instead of looking for another full time job he gets a second job - wiating tables (which takes mroe time away from the family). I kept telling him to get another full time job...don't just keep getting more jobs to make up for the first and he tells me I'm not leaving that job because I'm comfortable. I dont' have time for childish crap...For 4 years he's been telling me that it'll get better, 4 years!!! When will it then if it hasn't yet?

2007-09-15 03:58:36 · 13 answers · asked by Anonymous in Marriage & Divorce

This business of down-loading all the drivers and talking for hours to a Dell rep stinks. Can't we just pay someone to restore it to the original condition?
PS: I have never had so many troubles with my desktop systems.

2007-09-15 03:57:53 · 2 answers · asked by canucklehead1951 4 in Laptops & Notebooks

William Shakespeare - Sonnet 18
Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? a
Thou art more lovely and more temperate: b
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, a
And summer's lease hath all too short a date: b

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, c
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; d
And every fair from fair sometime declines, c
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; d

But thy eternal summer shall not fade e
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; f
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, e
When in eternal lines to time thou growest: f

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, g
So long lives this and this gives life to thee. g


Oscar Wilde's novel the Picture of Dorian Gray, Chapter 1 – ‘the studio was filled with the rich odour of roses’.

The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.

From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flame like as theirs; and now and then the fantastic shadows of birds in flight flitted across the long tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in front of the huge window, producing a kind of momentary Japanese effect, and making him think of those pallid, jade-faced painters of Tokyo who, through the medium of an art that is necessarily immobile, seek to convey the sense of swiftness and motion. The sullen murmur of the bees shouldering their way through the long unmown grass, or circling with monotonous insistence round the dusty gilt horns of the straggling woodbine, seemed to make the stillness more oppressive. The dim roar of London was like the bourdon note of a distant organ.

In the centre of the room, clamped to an upright easel, stood the full-length portrait of a young man of extraordinary personal beauty, and in front of it, some little distance away, was sitting the artist himself, Basil Hallward, whose sudden disappearance some years ago caused, at the time, such public excitement and gave rise to so many strange conjectures.

2007-09-15 03:57:50 · 1 answers · asked by MM 1 in Poetry

2007-09-15 03:57:39 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous in History

Have some friends who are thinking of getting married in vegas with some close family and friends attending. Wouldnt be more than 50 people. I want to know if anyone has done this, and what their experience was. Where they did it, how much fun it was, expenses, what your guests thought, you know i want to know everything. Especially outdoor pool(by the water), garden, golf course weddings, as they are not the gonna get married in a chapel type of couple. Are there reception packages that were included in a wedding package?

2007-09-15 03:57:38 · 8 answers · asked by Mz Honey 3 in Weddings

That will make a difference?

2007-09-15 03:57:25 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous in Polls & Surveys

Okay, so over a month ago the side of a clothing iron fell on my arm. It was very on, and very hot. So, of course it burned me pretty bad. As of two weeks ago, I got a large blood blister on it. That blood blister ended up getting popped(by a door closing on my arm), and then a few days later I got two more little blood blisters, that eventually formed into one larger blood blister. And then a few days after that I got another one! Three days ago one of the blood blisters has healed(but left a little mark of a small amount of blood stuck where it was) and I received ANOTHER blood blister yesterday. And throughout the night it has spread into a larger one! I'm kinda worried about it, because I heard if things like that keep happening you might have a blood infection. My friends are all telling me to get it checked out, but my parents are very persistant on the fact that "it's okay." Who's right in this situation? Should I get it checked out? Thanks so much! <3!

2007-09-15 03:57:21 · 4 answers · asked by Trocks 2 in First Aid

Man U, Chelsea, Liverpool, Arsenal.

For me:

1- Liverpool
2- Arsenal
3- Chelsea
4- Man U

2007-09-15 03:57:13 · 26 answers · asked by Music # Blast 3 in English Football

I bought Cowboy Brand Lump Charcoal from Trader Joes and last time I used it it didn't start that great. Please tell me how much to use, what to keep it going and how to start it properly

http://www.walmart.com/catalog/product.do?product_id=5913454

That is the grill I have with about 580 square inch cooking area

2007-09-15 03:56:56 · 6 answers · asked by Bluemini93 2 in Cooking & Recipes

William Shakespeare - Sonnet 18
Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? a
Thou art more lovely and more temperate: b
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, a
And summer's lease hath all too short a date: b

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, c
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; d
And every fair from fair sometime declines, c
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; d

But thy eternal summer shall not fade e
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; f
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, e
When in eternal lines to time thou growest: f

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, g
So long lives this and this gives life to thee. g


Oscar Wilde's novel the Picture of Dorian Gray, Chapter 1 – ‘the studio was filled with the rich odour of roses’.

The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.

From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flame like as theirs; and now and then the fantastic shadows of birds in flight flitted across the long tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in front of the huge window, producing a kind of momentary Japanese effect, and making him think of those pallid, jade-faced painters of Tokyo who, through the medium of an art that is necessarily immobile, seek to convey the sense of swiftness and motion. The sullen murmur of the bees shouldering their way through the long unmown grass, or circling with monotonous insistence round the dusty gilt horns of the straggling woodbine, seemed to make the stillness more oppressive. The dim roar of London was like the bourdon note of a distant organ.

In the centre of the room, clamped to an upright easel, stood the full-length portrait of a young man of extraordinary personal beauty, and in front of it, some little distance away, was sitting the artist himself, Basil Hallward, whose sudden disappearance some years ago caused, at the time, such public excitement and gave rise to so many strange conjectures.

2007-09-15 03:56:52 · 1 answers · asked by MM 1 in Poetry

Q. Why did god create Adam before he created eve?
A. Because he didn't want anyone telling him how to make Adam.


Q. What did the elephant say to the naked man?
A. "How do you breath through something so small?"

Q. Why don't women wear watches?
A. There's a clock on the stove!

2007-09-15 03:56:50 · 16 answers · asked by Roxy. 6 in Senior Citizens

by Paul Joseph Watson
The mother of a soldier who died in an apparent vehicle accident shortly after writing a New York Times op-ed critical of the war in Iraq is demanding to know the truth about what happened to her son, while another author of the piece was also shot in the head in a case that bears a sinister resemblance to the murder of Pat Tillman.

Like Tillman, 28-year-old Sergeant Omar Mora enlisted shortly after 9/11 in the belief that he was fighting to protect his country from terrorists.

However, after the invasion of Iraq Mora became increasingly skeptical of the true agenda behind the war and in August he, along with six other active duty soldiers of the 82nd Airborne Division, wrote a stinging New York Times op-ed that slammed the occupation as "flawed," "absurd," and concluded that the sentiment of the Iraqi people renders the ultimate withdrawal of American troops inevitable.
The op-ed directly contradicts the foundation of the Patraeus report and characterizes the occupation as doomed to failure if the Bush administration's current policy is continued.
Just over three weeks after the op-ed was published, two of its authors, Mora and Sgt. Yance T. Gray, were killed in an apparent vehicle accident when their truck veered off an elevated highway in western Baghdad and fell about 30 feet, the military said. Was this a simple accident or another Pat Tillman style cover-up? Was a message being sent to other soldiers who are considering speaking out against the war that dissent has deadly consequences?

Even if we are to dismiss the truck wreck as nothing more than an accident, another factor that has received next to no press attention should send red flags up for everyone.

A third author of the letter was also shot in the head in a separate incident during the time when the op-ed was being written. Though Staff Sgt. Jeremy Murphy survived and is expected to make a full recovery, the fact that three of the seven authors of the op-ed were either killed or received life-threatening injuries shortly before and after the publication of the piece is highly suspicious.

Sergeant Mora's mother certainly has questions - and is now demanding the Army provide a full account of the circumstances that led to her son's death.

After the op-ed was published Mora became depressed and wanted to return home. "He told me, 'Mama, I am tired, I am so tired. I want to come home,' " his mother, Olga Capetillo, recalled of a recent phone conversation," reports the Houston Chronicle.

As we reported in July, the revelation of astounding new details surrounding the death of Pat Tillman clearly indicated that top brass decided to execute the former pro football star in cold blood to prevent him from returning home and becoming an anti-war icon.

Medical examiners concluded that the Army Ranger was shot with an M-16 three times in the head from a mere 10 yards away. The close proximity of the bullet holes raised suspicions that foul play was involved but attempts to launch a proper investigation were stymied by higher-ups

2007-09-15 03:56:43 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous in Elections

i'm 5'2" and 113 lbs and i wanna weigh 110 but i'm currently pulling myself out of starvation mode by upping my calories and trying not to binge. i've had problems in that department too.

today i REALLY wanted to binge (a binge for me being multiple bowls of cereal, chocolate bars, pasta, cheese, icecream AND more, usually adding up to about 2000 calories) but i decided to just give myself a treat and see if i could go without binging, so i ate a hollow milk chocolate apple which was probably about 300 calories, but i feel SO BAD.

and i've been gaining weight (around .6 lbs a day) due to upping my calories. if i go for a 2k run and then go to my gym and burn about 400 calories, can i fix this screwup? and i'll eat healthy for the rest of the day.

yes i realize i am still very obsessed with eating and weight gain, but i'm taking this very slowly, one step at a time, first i want to start actually EATING again, and then i'll work on the rest.

2007-09-15 03:56:35 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous in Diet & Fitness

You don't see this so much anymore, but men used to wink at women in order to let them know that they were interested. Are most women offended by such winking nowadays?

2007-09-15 03:56:26 · 19 answers · asked by TallChocolate69 1 in Singles & Dating

It was small, probably a baby, and outside my home. Does a black racer have those markings?

2007-09-15 03:56:20 · 3 answers · asked by baraann1031 2 in Reptiles

I hate VISTA. My computer came with XP and I want it back... is there a way to go back with out recovery discs?
If so, how can I do this thanks

2007-09-15 03:56:16 · 6 answers · asked by Derick Graham 2 in Desktops

I saw some puppies in the petshop today and they are totally adorable. I want to know what kind of pets they make. Are they intelligent and what kind of temperament do they have. Thanks.

2007-09-15 03:55:48 · 9 answers · asked by CelesteMoone 5 in Dogs

This was on Yahoo news this morning.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070914...

In summary, the Philadelphia Police Chief wants to have a major recruitment of Black men only and then place them in a rough Black neighborhood that is known for murders, drugs, and prostitution.

2007-09-15 03:55:46 · 8 answers · asked by bikerchickjill 5 in Other - Society & Culture

I know that you can estimate the water temps. by taking 5 nightly lows and averaging it out but, What happens when you have this unusual cold front ? How much will it affect the water temps.? Does it hold true for rivers as in lakes? Any help would be appreciated.

2007-09-15 03:55:37 · 1 answers · asked by redwingnut16 3 in Fishing

I asked the question as part of my previous one, but I'm hoping ot get more responses please.

After 7 years of delinquency, the bad debt falls off my credit report, let's say I'm at a 400 credit score. How do I go about bettering my credit? How long would it take before I have a fairly decent one again?

I am really hoping to rebuild my life and begin to better myself. Thank you

2007-09-15 03:55:26 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous in Credit

My friend(who I have a crush on) tells me I'm clingy. I don't really get how I am clingy to him because I try to give him space. We live pretty far away, he lives in Oregan and I live in NY. I talk to him and other friends, sometimes I miss this guy because I can't see him in person ,so we talk on aim or myspace. My defintion of clingy is when you only talk to one person and forget everyone else, try to hang out with that person like 24/7(like I can't do that because he's far), call someone like everyday(we use to talk about everyday, but now I talk less), etc. What is your definition of clingy? I myself don't like clingy or want to be clingy.

2007-09-15 03:55:23 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous in Singles & Dating

and if u want to work part time to pay the college fees how much more will it take to become a pharmacist???

2007-09-15 03:55:18 · 4 answers · asked by boredgirlb 1 in Higher Education (University +)

William Shakespeare - Sonnet 18
Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? a
Thou art more lovely and more temperate: b
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, a
And summer's lease hath all too short a date: b

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, c
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; d
And every fair from fair sometime declines, c
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; d

But thy eternal summer shall not fade e
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; f
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, e
When in eternal lines to time thou growest: f

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, g
So long lives this and this gives life to thee. g


Oscar Wilde's novel the Picture of Dorian Gray, Chapter 1 – ‘the studio was filled with the rich odour of roses’.

The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.

From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flame like as theirs; and now and then the fantastic shadows of birds in flight flitted across the long tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in front of the huge window, producing a kind of momentary Japanese effect, and making him think of those pallid, jade-faced painters of Tokyo who, through the medium of an art that is necessarily immobile, seek to convey the sense of swiftness and motion. The sullen murmur of the bees shouldering their way through the long unmown grass, or circling with monotonous insistence round the dusty gilt horns of the straggling woodbine, seemed to make the stillness more oppressive. The dim roar of London was like the bourdon note of a distant organ.

In the centre of the room, clamped to an upright easel, stood the full-length portrait of a young man of extraordinary personal beauty, and in front of it, some little distance away, was sitting the artist himself, Basil Hallward, whose sudden disappearance some years ago caused, at the time, such public excitement and gave rise to so many strange conjectures.

2007-09-15 03:55:13 · 3 answers · asked by MM 1 in Poetry

William Shakespeare - Sonnet 18
Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? a
Thou art more lovely and more temperate: b
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, a
And summer's lease hath all too short a date: b

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, c
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; d
And every fair from fair sometime declines, c
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; d

But thy eternal summer shall not fade e
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; f
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, e
When in eternal lines to time thou growest: f

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, g
So long lives this and this gives life to thee. g


Oscar Wilde's novel the Picture of Dorian Gray, Chapter 1 – ‘the studio was filled with the rich odour of roses’.

The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.

From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flame like as theirs; and now and then the fantastic shadows of birds in flight flitted across the long tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in front of the huge window, producing a kind of momentary Japanese effect, and making him think of those pallid, jade-faced painters of Tokyo who, through the medium of an art that is necessarily immobile, seek to convey the sense of swiftness and motion. The sullen murmur of the bees shouldering their way through the long unmown grass, or circling with monotonous insistence round the dusty gilt horns of the straggling woodbine, seemed to make the stillness more oppressive. The dim roar of London was like the bourdon note of a distant organ.

In the centre of the room, clamped to an upright easel, stood the full-length portrait of a young man of extraordinary personal beauty, and in front of it, some little distance away, was sitting the artist himself, Basil Hallward, whose sudden disappearance some years ago caused, at the time, such public excitement and gave rise to so many strange conjectures.

2007-09-15 03:54:28 · 1 answers · asked by MM 1 in Poetry

2007-09-15 03:54:03 · 12 answers · asked by George M 1 in Other - Food & Drink

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