To operas and balls my cousins take me,
And fond of plays my new-made friend would make me.
In summer season, when the days are fair,
In my godmother's coach I take the air.
My uncle has a stately pleasure barge,
Gilded and gay, adorned with wondrous charge;
The mast is polished, and the sails are fine,
The awnings of white silk like silver shine;
The seats of crimson satin, where the rowers
Keep time to music with their painted oars;
In this on holidays we oft resort
To Richmond, Twickenham, or to Hampton Court.
By turns we play, we sing--one baits the hook,
Another angles--some more idle look
At the small fry that sport beneath the tides,
Or at the swan that on the surface glides.
My married sister says there is no feast
Equal to sight of foreign bird or beast.
With her in search of these I often roam:
My kinder parents make me blest at home.
Tired of excursions, visitings, and sights,
No joys are pleasing to these home delights.
2006-09-07 06:47:19
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answered by Michirù 7
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The point of a Godmother is to guide religously. Without religion there is no point of a Godparent.
2006-09-07 06:43:17
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answer #2
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answered by newsgirlinos2 5
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We all must learn to stand alone
to understand the loneliness
that only flesh and bone can feel
the pain that love can cause and heal
Then, from the burning in your heart
and from the light those fires create
you come to see you are a part
of all you love and all you hate.
You find the ties that bind us all
and free us from our isolation
that make us one, despite the fall
in unity with all creation
And learn what every soul has known
that no one ever stands alone
2006-09-07 06:50:42
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answer #3
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answered by johnslat 7
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"If" By Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
2006-09-08 13:25:26
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answer #4
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answered by saddler21 2
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Look at your day
and how it passes--
take the moment to smile,
the time to listen,
live life with heart.
laughter is healing
in the bad times,
and know, that,
like storms, the bad times pass...
leaving only memories and lessons.
Listen to the wind's song
dance to the music of your heart,
take the time to learn
and grow--for we are always changing,
bending to the seasons of our lives.
Take the day
run with it
live
love
laugh
and learn...
and you will find life always and forever
a wonder.
Hope this helps. Peace!
2006-09-07 07:01:08
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answer #5
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answered by Tina L 3
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Umpa lumpa doompity dodmother.
This is about your guiding godmother.
Umpa lumpa doompity dife.
She is here to guide you through life.
Umpa lumpa doompity ladice.
She is full of wonderful advice.
2006-09-07 06:45:06
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answer #6
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answered by J D 5
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Roses are red
Violets are pink
Im an old grandma
And I sure stink.
Thanks for the 2
2006-09-07 06:43:14
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answer #7
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answered by Roy W 3
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a godmother
is like a tree,
nice to look at
and quite mighty.
they give you shelter,
and help you play,
but your godmother's best
and loves you every day!
2006-09-07 06:42:49
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answer #8
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answered by phedro 4
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When your in trouble,
And need a helping hand,
Never feel that you are alone,
There`s always someone to understand.
Give it time
And you will see,
Someday soon,
You`ve got a friend in me!!
2006-09-07 06:46:22
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answer #9
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answered by Happy. 3
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We seem to get so busy;
In this modern day.
We don't take express take time to express;
The things we'd like to say.
Just remember this;
So you will always know.
I'm proud to know you;
And I love you so!
2006-09-07 06:48:22
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answer #10
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answered by jon_jo_plant 2
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