DB drives the "wreck of the Hesperus"...

(laughter...)

http://www.blupete.com/Literature/Poetry/Wreck.htm

"WRECK OF THE HESPERUS"
It was the schooner Hesperus,
That sailed the wintery sea;
And the skipper had taken his little daughter,
To bear him company.

Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax,
Her cheeks like the dawn of day,
And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds,
That ope in the month of May.

The Skipper he stood beside the helm,
His pipe was in his mouth,
And he watched how the veering flaw did blow
The smoke now West, now South.

Then up and spake an old Sailor,
Had sailed the Spanish Main,
"I pray thee, put into yonder port,
for I fear a hurricane.

"Last night the moon had a golden ring,
And to-night no moon we see!"
The skipper, he blew whiff from his pipe,
And a scornful laugh laughed he.

Colder and louder blew the wind,
A gale from the Northeast,
The snow fell hissing in the brine,
And the billows frothed like yeast.

Down came the storm, and smote amain
The vessel in its strength;
She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed,
Then leaped her cable's length.

"Come hither! come hither! my little daughter,
And do not tremble so;
For I can weather the roughest gale
That ever wind did blow."

He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat
Against the stinging blast;
He cut a rope from a broken spar,
And bound her to the mast.

"O father! I hear the church bells ring,
Oh, say, what may it be?"
"Tis a fog-bell on a rock bound coast!" --
And he steered for the open sea.

"O father! I hear the sound of guns;
Oh, say, what may it be?"
Some ship in distress, that cannot live
In such an angry sea!"

"O father! I see a gleaming light.
Oh say, what may it be?"
But the father answered never a word,
A frozen corpse was he.

Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark,
With his face turned to the skies,
The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow
On his fixed and glassy eyes.

Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed
That saved she might be;
And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave,
On the Lake of Galilee.

And fast through the midnight dark and drear,
Through the whistling sleet and snow,
Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept
Tow'rds the reef of Norman's Woe.

And ever the fitful gusts between
A sound came from the land;
It was the sound of the trampling surf,
On the rocks and hard sea-sand.

The breakers were right beneath her bows,
She drifted a dreary wreck,
And a whooping billow swept the crew
Like icicles from her deck.

She struck where the white and fleecy waves
Looked soft as carded wool,
But the cruel rocks, they gored her side
Like the horns of an angry bull.

Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice,
With the masts went by the board;
Like a vessel of glass, she stove and sank,
Ho! ho! the breakers roared!

At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach,
A fisherman stood aghast,
To see the form of a maiden fair,
Lashed close to a drifting mast.

The salt sea was frozen on her breast,
The salt tears in her eyes;
And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed,
On the billows fall and rise.

Such was the wreck of the Hesperus,
In the midnight and the snow!
Christ save us all from a death like this,
On the reef of Norman's Woe!

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

holy cripes, that's hilarious !

(laughter...)




rotted 77 Honda wrote:
(laughter...)

http://www.blupete.com/Literature/Poetry/Wreck.htm

"WRECK OF THE HESPERUS"
It was the schooner Hesperus,
That sailed the wintery sea;
And the skipper had taken his little daughter,
To bear him company.

Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax,
Her cheeks like the dawn of day,
And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds,
That ope in the month of May.

The Skipper he stood beside the helm,
His pipe was in his mouth,
And he watched how the veering flaw did blow
The smoke now West, now South.

Then up and spake an old Sailor,
Had sailed the Spanish Main,
"I pray thee, put into yonder port,
for I fear a hurricane.

"Last night the moon had a golden ring,
And to-night no moon we see!"
The skipper, he blew whiff from his pipe,
And a scornful laugh laughed he.

Colder and louder blew the wind,
A gale from the Northeast,
The snow fell hissing in the brine,
And the billows frothed like yeast.

Down came the storm, and smote amain
The vessel in its strength;
She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed,
Then leaped her cable's length.

"Come hither! come hither! my little daughter,
And do not tremble so;
For I can weather the roughest gale
That ever wind did blow."

He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat
Against the stinging blast;
He cut a rope from a broken spar,
And bound her to the mast.

"O father! I hear the church bells ring,
Oh, say, what may it be?"
"Tis a fog-bell on a rock bound coast!" --
And he steered for the open sea.

"O father! I hear the sound of guns;
Oh, say, what may it be?"
Some ship in distress, that cannot live
In such an angry sea!"

"O father! I see a gleaming light.
Oh say, what may it be?"
But the father answered never a word,
A frozen corpse was he.

Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark,
With his face turned to the skies,
The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow
On his fixed and glassy eyes.

Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed
That saved she might be;
And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave,
On the Lake of Galilee.

And fast through the midnight dark and drear,
Through the whistling sleet and snow,
Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept
Tow'rds the reef of Norman's Woe.

And ever the fitful gusts between
A sound came from the land;
It was the sound of the trampling surf,
On the rocks and hard sea-sand.

The breakers were right beneath her bows,
She drifted a dreary wreck,
And a whooping billow swept the crew
Like icicles from her deck.

She struck where the white and fleecy waves
Looked soft as carded wool,
But the cruel rocks, they gored her side
Like the horns of an angry bull.

Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice,
With the masts went by the board;
Like a vessel of glass, she stove and sank,
Ho! ho! the breakers roared!

At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach,
A fisherman stood aghast,
To see the form of a maiden fair,
Lashed close to a drifting mast.

The salt sea was frozen on her breast,
The salt tears in her eyes;
And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed,
On the billows fall and rise.

Such was the wreck of the Hesperus,
In the midnight and the snow!
Christ save us all from a death like this,
On the reef of Norman's Woe!

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

sheesh...when ya gotta talk to yourself to get someone to agree with
you....how sad.

On Sun, 13 Nov 2005 14:39:39 -0500, (lennon fan)
wrote:

sheesh...when ya gotta talk to yourself to get someone to agree with
you....how sad. snip

Yup, and here's the proof...right from "oil baron's" own header:

NNTP-Posting-Host: 216.222.236.70

and...

User-Agent: G2/0.2

Epix.net...hmmmm, how many "oil barons" could there be in Drums and
Dallas, PA, that use Goo Goo Groopz' hosed up HTML interface, anyway?
Answer: NONE, other than you-know-who. The idiot even posts this
fraud from the same PORT as the other post he made! No matter...back
into the kill file for the whole epix IP block, where Noodles can
swirl around like a doomed turd.

Noodles' psychosis is obviously worsening. And no wonder it is...his
"heroes" in Washington are hoisting themselves on their own pitards!
It was hilarious today to listen to Ken ("Bud") Mehlman try to lie and
spin his way out of the record low numbers for the Republican Party by
trying, once again and with no success, to tied 9/11 to Saddam Hussein
while on "Meet The Press." Didn't work then, ain't gonna work now.
Telling was "Bud's" response..."Well, if I don't like the results, I
just fire the pollster." HA! He inadvertantly let loose a long-held
Repuke belief...that "spun" poll results are believable. I took three
semesters of statistcal analysis in college, and learned one thing for
certain: if you have four different data surveys and one's results are
skewed, someone's either using faulty data collection procedures or is
"cooking the books." The Repukes have been spinning Zogby and a few
others like tops for years.

ITEM: Loser right winger Santorum of Pennsylvania runs scared from
Bush now. While Bushie was spinning his lies in Wilkes-Barre,
Santorum stayed way far away on the other side of the state.
Obviously, the right wingers are even abandoning the President now.
They remember what happened to Repuke Congressmen who support Richard
Nixon before he got flushed...and so did they.

Impeachment '07...be there!

DeserTBoB wrote:
On Sun, 13 Nov 2005 14:39:39 -0500, (lennon fan)
wrote:

sheesh...when ya gotta talk to yourself to get someone to agree with
you....how sad. snip

Yup, and here's the proof...right from "oil baron's" own header:

NNTP-Posting-Host: 216.222.236.70

and...

User-Agent: G2/0.2

Epix.net...hmmmm, how many "oil barons" could there be in Drums and
Dallas, PA, that use Goo Goo Groopz' hosed up HTML interface, anyway?
Answer: NONE, other than you-know-who. The idiot even posts this
fraud from the same PORT as the other post he made! No matter...back
into the kill file for the whole epix IP block, where Noodles can
swirl around like a doomed turd.

Noodles' psychosis is obviously worsening. And no wonder it is...his
"heroes" in Washington are hoisting themselves on their own pitards!
It was hilarious today to listen to Ken ("Bud") Mehlman try to lie and
spin his way out of the record low numbers for the Republican Party by
trying, once again and with no success, to tied 9/11 to Saddam Hussein
while on "Meet The Press." Didn't work then, ain't gonna work now.
Telling was "Bud's" response..."Well, if I don't like the results, I
just fire the pollster." HA! He inadvertantly let loose a long-held
Repuke belief...that "spun" poll results are believable. I took three
semesters of statistcal analysis in college, and learned one thing for
certain: if you have four different data surveys and one's results are
skewed, someone's either using faulty data collection procedures or is
"cooking the books." The Repukes have been spinning Zogby and a few
others like tops for years.

ITEM: Loser right winger Santorum of Pennsylvania runs scared from
Bush now. While Bushie was spinning his lies in Wilkes-Barre,
Santorum stayed way far away on the other side of the state.
Obviously, the right wingers are even abandoning the President now.
They remember what happened to Repuke Congressmen who support Richard
Nixon before he got flushed...and so did they.

To his credit, Rick Santorum is on KDKA sometimes co-hosting with Mike
Pintek (who is a Dem) and I have to admit that he's extremely funny
when he's on the air.

On 13 Nov 2005 14:27:59 -0800, "Sock Puppets 'R' Us."
wrote:

To his credit, Rick Santorum is on KDKA sometimes co-hosting with Mike
Pintek (who is a Dem) and I have to admit that he's extremely funny
when he's on the air. snip

Santorum can be engaging and personable at times, but his politics are
to the right of Ghengis Khan. Last polls I saw from the Philly paper
were that he was lagging by 25%...usually an insurmountable number.

KDKA...the country's FIRST radio station!

yeh....if...

cuz it seems that you, DB, and Ricky are posting on this thread too, so
obviously no one is talking to themselves...

or are you too dim witted to see that ?

66fourdoor wrote:
yeh....if...

cuz it seems that you, DB, and Ricky are posting on this thread too, so
obviously no one is talking to themselves...

You replied to your own post under another name before anyone else
posted.

or are you too dim witted to see that ?

or are you too dim witted to see that ?

you're posting- where's the sock puppet ?

On 14 Nov 2005 14:09:29 -0800, "Sock Puppets 'R' Us."
wrote:


66fourdoor wrote:
yeh....if...

cuz it seems that you, DB, and Ricky are posting on this thread too, so
obviously no one is talking to themselves...

You replied to your own post under another name before anyone else
posted.

or are you too dim witted to see that ?

or are you too dim witted to see that ? snip

Noodles is so deluded and stupid, he thinks we can't trace back his
IP. The stupid **** even posted his "sock puppet" posts from the same
port! What a moron! LMAO